#put it in plain text in a pop up PLEASE

[venacoeurva]

My first impression of procreate dreams is oh boy I hope they add in some customization beyond just being able to drag over procreate brushes from that app bc uh. it feels like they should have waited a few more months to make the app feel done? It feels like they forgot a lot of things? The UI is so minimalist without explanation it's confusing and the help tab feels like too much happening at once?

Like, if you wanna get it, wait a few updates because it's missing a lot of key stuff essential to most people's animation processes (like the lasso tool, and redo/undo that are buttons and aren't reliant on gestures alone)

[pbnbucks]

Could you please write Paige x fem x nika smut where they both get jealous over someone flirting with there girl and then it’s like smut please

word count : 1328

warnings : smutt, jealousy, angst, threesome, rushed at the end

summary : team outing and nika grabs paige to the side after seeing you and getting jealous and they plan on how to fuck u n then bam

nika was leaning against the bar as she was studying your every move as you where on the other side of the room as your body was side by side nikas biggest enemy, alleyne, a star player on the mens basketball team for the huskies, his big arm over your shoulder as you guys are giggling and making jokes all night long hes staring down your body

it dosent make it any better that your half naked with a small black skims top on and a leather mini skirt your girlfriend specifically said she didn’t like you wearing their in the first place, she looked for paige who was to busy talking to ice and Aubrey in the other corner so she texted for her to come here, she ignored is so nika triple texted her being inpatient and paige eventually made her way over.

“what do you need nika?” she rolls her eyes at the blonde “i dont know what you have been doing all night to not even notice alleyne trying to fuck our girl in plain sight.” paige looks around for a second trying to figure out what she was talking about but then she finds you, over there with the man whos leaning all over you.

“nika why dont we take her home” as the blonde says she looks over to the brunette with a side eye and smirk nika immediately understands what she means, nika makes her way over to you and grabs your by the arm pulling you away from alleyne before he or you can say anything.

“we dont want to hear anything from you until we get home understand?” she leads you out the club as paige notifys everybody that you guys are leaving and she rushes you into the back seat of the bentley as she sits in the passenger seat waiting for paige to start driving.

before you can even close the door fully nikas pulling your heels and clothes off and paige is making her way to suck your right nipple and her left hand going to grasp the other as she leads you to the bed.

it was obvious paige was the soft and sweet one where nika was the opposite, when she was angry it would last all day where she would punish you to no end.

paige lays you down on the bed peppering kisses down your stomach making her way to your lower stomach “you looked so gorgeous in your tight outfit, its a shame you didnt put it to good use, made mommy really sad with that one baby.”

you didnt care you just wanted her to make you feel good before nika would put you through the endless overstimulation “im sorry baby please, please make me feel s’good” you can feel her smirk on your lower stomach as her kisses get harsher against your soft skin, as she ends up deciding to give into your pleading she kisses your inner thighs making her way up to your sensitive cunt as she presses sweet soft kisses before licking a long stripe between your folds earning a sweet soft moan from your in applause,

she holds your legs open as she pushes her face closer to your dripping core if that was even possible, she goes fast enough to push you close enough to release but before you could your met with a loud popping noise of paige pulling away and the door opening to nika undressed with a red angry face as she pushes paiges head away from your cunt making her way to the edge of the bed next to you

“trying to get sympathy from paigey huh? i dont think brats deserve any of the attention your even getting right now” you pout as you hear the words leave her mouth not even knowing what you did to make the girl angry with you but it wasn’t anything you have seen before, she would never come to you angry like this she would always calm herself down before making her way to you but not this time. she brought her hand down to you before rubbing your clit in painfully slow circles teasing your entrance,

“paige would you be a dear and go get to strap out of the dresser please?” paige smiles as she makes her way over as nika directs her attention back to you before placing a hard slap on your cunt before grabbing the strap from paige as she puts it on. paige takes nikas spot massaging your breast as she kisses your neck and you know there will be hickeys already formed tomorrow.

nika places herself in between your legs telling you to hold your legs up as she places the strap at your entrance pushing in before a warning not letting you adjust causing you to arch your back of the bed only for it to be pushed back down by paige as she whispers in your ear “you know how to take it don’t act new to this”

you whine as you feel nika all the way your stomach as you look down seeing your stomach bulges from the strap receiving the first smile you’ve got from the brunette all night.

her thumb rubs your clit as she keeps her painful pace with the strap as you feel a knot forming in your stomach getting so close to releasing, and she can tell cause your body movements and moans get sloppier “you wanna cum baby? you think your deserve it after flirting with alleyne all night, you think he could ever make you feel this good?” so thats what it was, she was jealous.

“he could never make me feel as good as you mommy m’so big, just please make me cum ill be so good for you” and that was a promise because before you knew it she pushed you over the edge as there was cum dripping out of your pussy and off the strap,

before you could get any rest nika takes of the strap and your flipped onto your stomach as paiges bare pussy is laying under your face and nikas cunt is right under yours grinding against you. you lick soft kitten licks down paiges folds earning a sweet moan from her but quickly getting distracted from the harsh smacks on your ass as nika grinds against you pleasuring herself.

“so cute when your flustered princess” the blonde speaks in between moans, you let out a cry as nikas friction between your pussys only make you grow closer and closer to your release.

“thats it baby keep eating her pussy, just like that sweet girl” nika coo’s as paiges grip on your hair pulls into a makeshift ponytail “yes s’good”

paige whines as her voice cracks “s’close” she begs again as nika urges you to go faster, which you follow but the blonde doesn’t last 5 more seconds as she cums all over your mouth and jaw and her cum is still on your face as your press more kisses as you whine to the girl on your bottom half

“nika please im so close” but the girl just replies in a grunt “i know pretty girl, hold it a little longer” you dont think you can wait any longer but you knew if you didn’t it would be way worse for you.

“you ready mama? cum with me” you didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence as you cum on the girl under you as you drop your body onto her resting your face on paiges fucked out pussy in the position in between to 2 girls. before long paiges pulls you on top of her with your head now resting in the crook of her neck as nika lays next to the 2 of you holding her arm against your guys waist. “you gonna ignore us at the bar again?” “no ma’ams”

[bringmeanangel]

Tons of Germs

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warning: None. Maybe just too gosh darn adorable. Synopsis: Reader is home sick and Spencer comes to take care of her.

A/N: This popped in my head and I had to share.

You were lying on the couch, Kleenex spilled out of the trash, you felt miserable. There was a cold going around and you caught it.

You had gotten nice and cozy on the couch, with your big blanket and prepared to stay there forever.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You sighed, groaning as you stood. You peered through the peephole and there he was...

The world's greatest boyfriend. Spencer had texted you that they were home from the case and you let him know you were sick.

"Go away" you said, not opening the door.

He chuckled "open the door, love"

"No. You hate germs and I've got tons of them"

"Angel" he cooed, your favorite nickname of his. "Open the door please"

"Okay, but I warned you Mister!" your tone was teasing, but a hint of seriousness.

When the door opened Spencer was met with your pale face. Your nose was red, you were in your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. You looked exhausted.

He looked at you sympathetically and you took a step back to let him him.

"My poor girl." he soothed.

He made his way to the kitchen, taking a quick glance at the set up you made in the living room. He placed the bags that he had down on the counter.

"You brought me things" you sounded hopeful and he looked at you, smiling softly and nodded.

"I did. More ginger ale, those plain chips you like to eat when you're sick and some chicken soup from the cafe down the street."

"With the little little dumplings instead of noodles" you looked almost child like and he nooded.

"Yes, love. With the dumplings."

He reached a hand out and placed it on your forehead. He furrowed his brow for a moment, and then removed his hand, quickly going to wash them.

"You feel warm, but it's not a fever" he said. "Why don't you go draw yourself a nice bath, with some eucalyptus and I will bring the soup in there."

"Oh, special treatment." you teased, before turning away from him and coughing into the crook of your elbow. "You should just go." you whined, looking defeated.

"I'm not going to leave you like this. That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?" he smirked and you shook your head pouting a bit.

"It would not."

"Go, get your bath ready. These dirty clothes in the hamper, I'll take care of everything."

"You're going to do my laundry?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow and he laughed.

"No. You're very particular about that. You'll feel better in new clothes. Now go."

It was no secret, you were so thankful that he had come by tonight. You were feeling so crummy and really wanted him here to help you.

You started your bath with some eucalyptus and then made your way to your bedroom to get out of your clothes. You threw your hair up to get it out of the way.

While you were doing all that, Spencer put the kettle on to make you some hot water with lemon and honey. He changed the garbage can in the living room, sprayed some Lysol around too.

He then washed his hands, grabbed a bowl and got your soup ready. When he walked towards the bathroom, he saw that the door was ajar.

He lightly pushed it open and saw you relaxing in the bath. Your face lit up when you saw the soup.

You had a nice tray that fit perfectly for the bathtub. He placed the bowl and and spoon on the tray that you had ready.

"I'll be right back, angel. I've made you a drink and I'll get you some fresh clothes, then I'll help wash you." you chuckled a bit.

"Spencer, it's just a cold."

"Just let me take care of you."

"Okay. Thank you for my soup. I think you like me."

"I think I love you. Be right back."

A few minutes later you were carefully eating your chicken and dumping soup. Spencer had brought you the warm drink and grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and some pyjama pants for you.

"How's the soup." he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Mmm. Thank you" you beamed up at him and he smiled wide.

"Good."

When you were done eating and drinking, he put the bowl and cup on the counter while you moved the tray to the end of the bathtub.

He knelt back down, grabbing a washcloth and dipping it in the water and started washing your back.

You brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your head on your knees, content.

"Feeling better?" he whispered and you hummed happily. "Sweet girl, don't fall asleep on me just yet." he soothed.

"Feels good. Too sweaty." you mumbled.

"Yeah. This always helps." he agreed.

Once he had washed the sweat off of you. He grabbed your big towel and helped you out of the bath. You held onto the counter as he dried you off.

He got you dressed in your Pyjamas and carried you to your bed.

"M'sleep now?" You mumbled out

He kissed your temple "yes, angel. You can sleep now"

[itsnevercasual]

I Wanna Be Yours

pairing: boss!ceo!harry styles x reader

request: Omg, can I request a boss!harry fic where he’s mean to everyone except from her??

summary: harry is the notoriously mean owner of pleasing, and he might have a slight soft spot for the new girl in the marketing department.

warnings: cursing, not edited

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you were extremely new to pleasing, a very famous brand known for their nail polishes and perfumes. ever since you started (about three months ago), you’d hear literal horror stories about the founder and ceo.

rachel, the girl who trained you, told you that he was just plain rude. it was safe to say you feared the day he came in. thankfully, he wasn’t around much. not at your location, anyway. you were at the los angeles location, but he preferred to stay at the new york one.

tuesday morning, you got ready like every day. put on your usual outfit (a skirt, white button-up, a blazer, and heels), along with some black fleece-lined tights and a headband to push your hair back. it was getting cold out, and you couldn’t get away with just a skirt much longer.

with your iced coffee in one hand, your macbook and a few files you’d taken home in the other, you walked quickly into the building.

“good morning, miss townes,” the concierge greeted you.

“morning, nancy!” you greeted back as you ran to the elevator and pressed the button.

“late?” nancy asked.

“almost! this stupid elevator—“ said elevator dinged, and you let out a sigh of relief. “speak of the devil. see you, nance!”

—

by the time you made it up to the marketing floor (the twentieth floor out of fifty), you were exactly on time.

you moved as quickly as your heels would allow, dropping your car keys, computer, and files onto the desk.

“right on time, y/n,” rachel teased as you sat down. the two of you had cubicles right next to each other.

“long line at the coffee shop.”

“lucky you weren’t any later,” she commented as you sat down and took a generous sip of the iced coffee that had almost made you late, “mr. styles is said to be coming in today.”

you nearly choked on your drink.

“you finished those edits, right?”

“.. uh.. yeah. yeah, finished them last night,” you lied with a nod.

“y/n! he’s ruthless— he will literally fire you! that’s the new launch, and it’s overdue!”

“i know! i know, but i’ve been so busy, and fucking josh keeps making me do his shit—“

“oh shit, shut up. he’s here.”

“what?” you squeaked, quickly cleaning up your desk and opening the new launch photos on both the desktop and your personal computer.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched as what had to be mr. styles strolled through with an assistant who was talking about what you assumed was his schedule.

“you’ll have a meeting with the investors at three, and we have some papers to sign—“

you tuned her out as you tried to speed up the editing— brightening colors and adjusting the text so it fit better.

and suddenly, the footsteps of mr. styles and his assistant stopped. directly in front of your desk.

“you,” a voice spoke, and oh my god, he was british, “i don’t know you. who are you?”

your eyes snapped up to meet his, “oh. uh.. i’m y/n.. y/n townes. i’m.. um.. i’m new.”

he mouthed your name as if thinking it over.

“you’re the one doing the edits for the new launch?” he asked.

“yes, sir.”

he nodded before continuing his stroll. because, of fucking course, his office had to be on the marketing floor.

you let out a breath, sinking into your chair. rachel grabbed your arm with a comforting smile, “it’s okay, babes. he could’ve been rude.”

“he’s gonna see i’m not done and fire me!”

“it’s fine, just don’t think about it.”

—

right as you were about to head out on a quick lunch break, mr. styles’ assistant popped up at your desk.

“ms. townes, mr. styles requested your presence in his office. you, as well, ms. evans,” she said, glancing at you and rachel.

“uh— me? for.. for what?” you questioned.

“you’ll find out. i have to find a.. josh richardson. go on.”

you and rachel shared uneasy looks as the two of you stood and made your way to mr. styles’ office.

“if i get fired, i’m jumping out of a window,” you muttered as rachel pulled the door open.

“ah, ms. evans. ms. townes…. where is mr. richardson?” mr. styles spoke.

“your assistant went to grab him,” rachel answered. “what are we needed for?”

“you’ll see… ah, mr. richardson. so kind of you to join us.”

even you could tell he did not mean that.

“what is this?” josh asked, looking to you and rachel.

“you three were all put in charge of the new launch. correct?”

you all chorused variations of yes.

“and yet… nothing is done. why is that?”

you glanced to your shoes. you knew rachel was done. the whole project was all three of you were to make 300 campaigns and promo photos for the new nail polish launch. you'd devided it to be 100 each, and you all picked however many billboard designs, posters, social media posts, and so-ons that you'd do for the project. however, josh had slowly but surely pushed all of his work onto you.. until you had to do 200, and you only had around 130 done.

“i expect an answer.”

“i.. i finished all my photos and campaigns,” rachel finally said.

“i'm nearly done with.. my things. i was just helping josh before i--“

“so.. what i’m hearing so far, and correct me if i’m wrong, is that mr. richardson hasn’t been doing his job?”

josh cleared his throat, and you could feel the daggers he was glaring at you burning into your skull, “yes, mr. styles.”

mr. styles nodded, and you understood the horror stories now. he wasn’t even trying and he was terrifying. “do you like your job, mr. richardson?”

“yes, mr—“

“so why aren’t you doing it?”

“i— i’ve been.. busy.”

“busy.. right. well, i’ll make you less busy. you’re fired. get out.”

“wh— what? you can’t fire me!”

“i believe i can. and i just did. so get. out.”

“i have worked at this company for eight years! i make one mistake, and—“

“i will not ask you again!” mr. styles shouted, standing up from his chair. you flinched. “because i am not asking you, i am telling you. you are fired, and you will leave this building. and don’t even think about puttin’ this place on your resume, i won’t say a single good word about your ass.”

josh scoffed and stormed out of the room, you and rachel followed.

you turned the corner, yelping when someone grabbed your wrist and yanked it.

“what the hell, y/n? you said you’d do my—“

“i didn’t say that. you just assumed i would. i am not just apart of the valentines launch, josh, and i have fifty other things to do, and i can’t drop that just because you’re lazy.”

“you better watch what you say to me—“

a voice spoke from behind. mr. styles’ assisant, “uh.. miss townes? mr. styles requests he speak with you.. privately.”

you yanked your arm back, rubbing your wrist, “yes. of— of course. sorry.”

you walked back towards his office with your head down, glancing up at him once you entered the room.

you were surprised to see a... calm look on his face.

"miss townes, correct?" he asked.

"ye-.. uh.. yes, sir."

he smiled, which was very odd from what you'd seen of him so far, "you can relax, darling. you aren't in trouble. have a seat."

you hesitantly wandered towards the chair on the other side of his desk.

"what did you mean by.. helping mr. richardson with his work?"

"oh, well... he just.. he kept saying he was busy and asking if i could do.. certain parts of his work. and i--.. well, sometimes i'm a bit of a pushover, so i said yes."

"i see... and how much of his work, in total, did he push onto you?"

"uhm... all of it, mr. styles."

his eyes widened, "all of it? and you didn't tell a supervisor he wasn't planning on doing any of his work?"

"i.. i felt bad," you shrugged, looking down at your hands.

"yes. well... mrs. maruska, can you please bring mr. richardson back in here for a moment, please?"

you jumped when his assistant spoke behind you, not realizing she was even in the room.

"yes, mr. styles."

it was silent for a minute after the door shut, maybe two minutes, until the door re-opened and two pairs of footsteps entered.

"mr. richardson, before you leave, you are going to do something for me," mr. styles spoke. "you are going to apologize to y/n--"

you nearly choke on your own spit at his use of your first name.

"for making her do all of your work. and.. you will also apologize for whatever the hell that was i heard outside. that is no way to speak to any colleague."

josh scoffed, "i'm not apologiz--"

"i'm not asking."

mr. styles gaze switched to you as josh begrudgingly sighed, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"it's okay," you murmured, glancing at him.

"no, it isn't," mr. styles quickly interjected, keeping his eyes on you. you much preferred them on you than on josh. they were a lot kinder when they focused on you. softer. "but.. if ms. townes says it is alright... you may leave now."

you aren't quite sure what happens afterwards, because you keep your gaze away from mr. styles, because you're afraid he'll notice how nervous he makes you.

"how many did you have left?" mr. styles asked quietly. softly.

"i have 130 done. so.. seventy left. but i-- i can get them done soon, i promise. i can just stay late, or.. or--"

"no. none of that. you'll submit the ones you have.. and we'll figure out something for the rest."

"really? i mean.. are you sure?"

"i wouldn't have offered if i wasn't. you can go, now."

"thank you, mr. styles," you mumbled, standing and walking to the door.

right as you grabbed the handle, he called out.

"oh, and y/n?"

you turned around with a furrow in your brows.

"let me know if you have any other problems."

you can't even help the foolish smile on your lips as you nod and leave the room.

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a/n: part 1!! i really love this request

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: anon request - "i neeedddd more fics of jake eating the reader out!! can you make one??" 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, masterbation, toy usage (solo and together), mainly oral (f rec), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, praising, pet names, sexting, breeding kink? really descriptive filth - read with caution 

Word count: 1.6.k | not edited 

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It's been a few days since you and Jake last had sex. 

You both were busy people and by the time you get home, you're both exhausted and usually end up passing out on the couch. 

You were home today, which only led to you craving him. 

Aching for him to be in between your legs. 

You needed him and you were going to find a way to get him home. 

You pull out your phone, typing out a text to Jake, you wanna know something? 

You chew on your lip as you wait for a response. A smirk grows on your lips as he gives you the go ahead, Spill the tea baby. 

You laugh slightly and shake your head, I've been craving you all. Damn. Day. 

You bite your lip as you hit send and your heart starts to race faster. You get nervous, you'd be embarrassed if someone actually saw anything. 

Your phone rings with Jake's text tone and you pick it up, Aw hellll yeah!! I'll be home soon baby, okay? 

You whine, Please make it soon. I need you. You smirk as you set your phone down. You step back and lean down, opening Instagram. 

You scroll down a few posts, liking some, reading comments on others, until you get to one specific post and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

Jake posted, and he posted the pictures from his recent shoot. 

Pictures that you didn't get to see. 

You bite your lip, smirking as you decide to roll with it. You go back to your message thread with Jake and giggle, What the fuck, babe? You're really going to do that to me? 

Jake instantly responds, Whoa what do what? 

What did I do? 

You feel bad for laughing, but you know you're going to get him good, You actually posted those pictures? Without letting me see first? 

You see the bubbles pop up, followed by a really plain text from Jake, Really. 

You smirk, tilting your head as you type, They're so hot, Jake. What the fuck.

You laugh and rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you wait. You roll your eyes as you read his text, letting out a laugh, They are hot, but you know what's hotter? Where this conversation is heading so keep it going baby. 

So you comply, keeping the conversation going, in hopes it'll get him home sooner, And then to only see them after I tell you how much I need you, Jake, baby. I think I need to do something about it. 

You press and put your thumbnail between your teeth, biting down gently as you anxiously await for a response. 

Your phone lights up and you let out a breath as you lean in, your cheeks heating up as your eyes scan over the text. 

Don't get off until I come home. Leaving now. 

You strip your clothes as you make your way to the bedroom, leaving a trail for Jake to follow as soon as he walks through the door. 

Excitement coursing through your body, "Yes yes yes!"

You throw your phone down on the bed and walk over to what Jake call, The Special Fun Time Drawer, and look over your options. 

You grab your wand and take a deep breath, "Please be charged, please be charged." 

You press the button and a low zzzzzz starts to sound. You let out a sigh and click it off, "Fuck yes." 

You shut the door, but not all the way, and walk back over to the bed. You get under the covers and spread your legs.

You gasp as you feel the vibration glide through your clit. You bring your phone up, snapping a picture of your boobs that are half covered by the blanket with a text, to see full boob, you need to make it up to me for making me wait. 

You set your phone down, tilting your head back as the thought of Jake coming home to fuck you ravages through your mind. 

Your phone buzzes and you bring it up, smirking as you read over his response, You don't have to worry about that baby. I'm coming to make you feel good. 

You kick the blankets off, taking another picture of Jake, but this time it's your pov and it's a video instead. 

You roll your hips against your vibrator, whimpering out quietly as you angle your hips on a spot that sends a chill of pleasure over your body. 

You force yourself to pull the wand away, pressing stop  before sending it to Jake. 

You lay your head back, breathing heavy as you clench around nothing, "Fuck." You whine out, picking up your phone. 

Jake read your message right away, quickly responding, Did you cum yet? 

You tap across the keyboard with your thumb , I didn't, daddy. I promise. 

The response you got back from Jake was shocking, but fucking hot, Fuck I'm getting you pregnant.

You needed him so bad, you'd do anything, You can do anything to me. You set your phone down, eyes fluttering shut as you press the vibrator harder against your clit, "Fuck, fuck." 

You grab the sheets below you grinding your hips as you moan out quietly. Your heels dig into the bed and you're almost there. 

But you stop because Jake's voice startles you, "Are you about to cum?" 

You look over at him, sitting up slightly, "N-no." 

He smirks, slipping his shirt off, "Liar." 

You laugh slightly, whining, "I need it, Jake." You toss the vibrator on the bed and fall back, "Please." 

"I need it, Jake." He mocks you as he crawls up onto the bed,  "Please Jake."  He lays a hand on your knee, spreading your legs open, his whole mood changing the second he seen your soaked cunt. 

He moves in between your legs, laying down, "You're soaked." 

"Haven't had ya in a while." You whine and Jake chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. I'll get right on that." 

He moves his head between your legs and presses his mouth onto your pussy. His lips part and his tongue slips out, dragging up and down your opening. 

You let out a relieved gasp, moaning loudly as your back arches off the bed. 

He slides up, lips curling around your clit. You lay your hand on his head and tilt your head back, "Fuck. Jake." 

He lifts his head, "I still don't want you to cum yet." 

You groan, "P-please." He kisses the inside of your thigh, "It'll be worth it, baby. I promise." He reaches beside you, grabbing your vibrator off of the bed, "I'm gonna need this." 

"No, no." You whine, "Don't tease me." 

He clicks the button and all you get back in response is the buzz the wand. 

You let out a sigh and watch as he drags it down the inside of your thigh, "Just lay back and let me make it up to you, okay?" 

You nod, biting your lip as he sets the vibrator on your clit, causing your thighs to tense a little bit. 

Jake chuckles slightly, "That feel good?" You nod at him and he smirks, "Good, let me hear ya, baby." 

He slides the wand down onto your opening, resting it against as his lips move to suck your clit. 

His tongue flicks over the sensitive nub and the vibration radiating through you drives you nuts. 

You moan loudly, wiggling your lips, "P-please, Jake." 

Jake moves the wand and dips his head down, slipping his tongue into you. You lay your hand on his head, moaning out loudly, "Shit." You reach beside you grab your wand. 

Jake moves so you can press the vibrator to your clit and he slips two fingers inside of you. He presses a hand to the side of your thigh and holds your leg open as he pumps his fingers in and out. 

"F-fuck." You moan out loudly, "D-Daddy, please let me cum." 

Jake smirks, "Whatcha want baby?" 

You moan out, clenching around his fingers, "Can I please cum, daddy?" 

Jake gets up, fingers still in your pussy, "Can you cum right now?" You nod quickly, "y/yes." Jake curls his fingers and you add pressure to your clit, "P-please." 

You arch your back, eyes rolling closed as his fingers curl up and down repeatedly, "Fuck." 

"Cum for me, baby." Jake says as he speeds up the pace of his fingers. You let out a loud moan, arching your back off the bad as you cum. 

You look down, watching as Jake keeps rubbing your pussy as you squirt, "Fuck." You moan loudly, "Shit, shit." 

"Atta girl, baby." Jake leans up, planting a kiss to your temple, "How was that?" 

You smile up at him nodding, "So good." 

"Mm." Jake leans in kissing your neck, "Feel good?" 

"Felt so fucking good." You whisper, "Need more of you." Jake nods with a chuckle and you give him a look, "What's so funny?" 

He pulls you up to him, "It's that Jake Webber effect." 

You laugh, "Oh yeah? And what's that exactly?." You place your hands on either side of his neck. 

Jake smirks, tilting his head, "You can't go a day without me or else you turn into a lunatic." 

You smirk and lowly and shrug, "Can't help that I'm addicted to you." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I know this is short im sorry, but I hope you enjoyed! 

Thank you for reading! Ilysm 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated! 🖤

[no-name-publishing]

Kill the Director by erikschampion

My part in a gift exchange taking place in Renegade's California satellite server. This was a lot of fun and very experimental for me. My idea was to pursue something a little grunge, a little smudged, to go along with the early 2000s Brit punk vibe that the fic gets its title from. Spray paint, screen printing, some blood, some tears, and it's to its new home. Glamour and process shots under the cut!

The yellow base is a plain linen bookcloth that's been coated with acrylic. The pink accent color is a combo of spray paint and smudges of pink Golden Fluid acrylic paint. The endbands are sewn with Gutermann polyester florescent sewing thread, and the endpages are my attempt at an italian vein marble with pink, yellow, and black paint.

Some shots of the typesetting, and a video showing the book as a whole. The fic has some exposition written in a script format, so I typeset that to reflect. And it's always fun to include text message bubbles and emails and stuff.

The graphics on the case were done with screens and waterbased screen printing ink! I went through a few iterations and even tried to set my kitchen on fire in order to get it right before settling on the screens. I'm very very pleased with the result. (The fire was from my DIY attempt at making my own gelli plate with gelatin, glycerin, and rubbing alcohol. All the instructions were telling me to be careful about how many bubbles I was stirring into the mix but I was like, it'll be fine. I'll use my heatgun or a lighter to pop whatever bubbles are there. It works with resin so it should here. Yall alcohol is flammable lmao. Why did I do that. I put my lighter up to those bubbles and lost my vision for a moment at the flash of light. I've never done something that stupid)

The freshly marbled paper hanging up to dry in my kitchen; the screen for the front of the case; my practice piece including the spine design; the case drying on my shower rod (along with some pieces of fabric for another project lol). I have fewer process pictures than I thought lol.

The graphics on the front and back were also partially designed by hand. I printed images of the characters then cut them vertically, and alternated the slices. Copied that, then did the same horizontally. Scanned that, and then did some cleaning up digitally on my computer. Here's some shots of the steps and the pieces themselves.

The third picture shows my first attempt, as I actually did this process twice. The first time I didn't feel like the first pass was pixelated enough, so I cut it again both vertically and horizontally and alternated them once more. This was a mess, and ultimately I didn't like the finished result. Round two (second image) was the final round, and what wound up using in the project instead.

Thanks for looking!

[cinnamooniee]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 [part 2]

Characters : college student jungkook x college student fem reader

Genre : Angst but comfort later on, fluff??

Warnings : Mentions of alcohol.

read part one <3

The sight of his name, even in that small font, made your stomach twist all over again. You hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to answer, to hear what he had to say, to let him try to explain himself—or maybe even apologize. But the other part of you, the part that was exhausted, that was hurting, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

With a shaky breath, you silenced the call, letting it ring out as you stared out of the window. The quiet hum of the car and the rhythmic flicker of streetlights through the window felt soothing, like a balm over the jagged edges of your heartache.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text.

Jungkook: Y/N, please pick up. We need to talk.

You felt a fresh wave of frustration as you read his message. The nerve he had to act like he cared now, after all those hurtful things he’d said. All you’d wanted was to understand, to find some kind of way back to the closeness you once shared. But instead, he’d pushed you away, dismissed your feelings, and thrown blame at you as if you were the one at fault.

Another text buzzed through, then another.

Jungkook: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say those things.

Jungkook: Can we just talk? I need to explain.

Your phone continued buzzing, message after message lighting up the screen. Each one made you grip your seatbelt a little tighter, fighting the urge to respond. You couldn’t—at least not right now. The words wouldn’t come, not when everything felt so tangled and raw inside.

Finally, there was a pause, a minute or two of silence. You exhaled, trying to ground yourself in that temporary calm. But the quiet didn’t last long.

Maybe you’re asleep already… I’m sorry for bothering you so late.

A pang hit you as you read that line. Did he really think you could just sleep after everything? He knew you better than that—at least, you thought he did. But maybe you’d been wrong all along.

Another text followed, slower, like he was second-guessing himself.

I just hope you got home safe.

You swallowed, feeling an ache settle in. He was probably picturing you curled up in bed, phone on silent, dozing off without a second thought. But here you were, staring at his words in the dim glow of your screen, unable to find peace in any of it.

Ok. I’ll check in tomorrow then, sleep well, Y/N.

The last message hung there, a final thread connecting the two of you, but it felt frayed—worn thin by all the words left unsaid, all the pieces you didn’t know how to put back together.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The next morning, you roll over to see your phone blinking with unread messages. You try to ignore it, but a knot of guilt tightens in your chest, knowing exactly who it’s from.

You can’t keep avoiding him forever. The thought pops up, uninvited, with a mix of dread and determination. It feels like every time you ignore him, it only makes things worse.

With a sigh, you open the texts. His messages are there, unreadable yet loud on the screen—probably asking if you got home safely, wondering why you didn’t reply. A wave of conflicted emotions rolls over you; you want to explain, but part of you is also tempted to stay hidden.

After a long minute of hesitation, you finally type a reply:

"I was tired last night."

Then you erase it.

"I got home fine, thanks."

Delete.

"Thanks for checking in on me."

Another delete.

With a frustrated sigh, you run a hand through your hair, feeling ridiculous for spending so long trying to find the perfect words. You don’t owe him an explanation; there’s no need to apologize or over-explain.

Finally, you settle on a message:

"I got home safe."

Plain, simple. It’s just enough to let him know you’re okay without giving away too much. You hit send before you can change your mind, then set your phone down, wondering if this will finally ease the tension… or make things even harder.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The morning drags on, and you keep glancing at your phone, half-expecting a response from Jungkook. But the silence only amplifies your nerves. Just as you’re about to drown yourself in the endless sea of homework, your phone buzzes, and it’s him.

"Hey, can I come over?"

Your heart races at the thought of him showing up, and you hesitate, staring at the screen. You want to tell him no, to reinforce the distance, but the words just won’t come. Instead, you let it go unanswered, hoping he’ll take the hint and change his mind.

Two hours pass, and just as you start to relax, a sudden knock on your door jolts you from your thoughts. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice comes through, slightly muffled but unmistakable. “I brought you something.”

Your stomach sinks, surprised that he actually came over. You take a deep breath and make your way to the door, opening it just a crack. Jungkook stands there, looking a bit disheveled, holding a small bouquet of flowers that looks like it came from the local convenience store—a few wilted blooms tied together with a fraying ribbon.

“I, uh… I got these for you,” he says, awkwardly holding them out like a peace offering. “I didn’t want to come empty-handed. Can I come in?”

A wave of frustration crashes over you. He really thinks this is okay? After last night, he just shows up with cheap flowers? “Why do you think that’s going to change anything?” you snap, your anger bubbling to the surface. “You yelled at me and acted like it was no big deal . What do you mean? We had a fight and you dumped me--maybe?! And now you're just...

You don't even have the words to explain your frustration right now.

His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see the realization dawning on him, but you don’t give him a chance to respond. “Oh, and let’s not forget how you flirted with that girl right in front of me! And that you went right back to it after we fought."

He looks taken aback, mouth opening slightly as if to respond, but you cut him off once more. “I don’t even know what you want from me! You show up here like nothing happened. Do you think some wilting flowers are going to fix this?”

His expression shifts from surprise to guilt, and you can see he’s struggling for the right words. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, Y/N. I just wanted to talk.”

“Talk?” You scoff, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “What’s there to talk about? You decided to bail when things got tough, and now you’re here with a lame excuse for an apology?”

“I didn’t bail! I just…” He runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I thought maybe if I came over, we could sort things out. I’m sorry for how I acted. I care about you, okay? I just didn’t know how to handle it.”

You roll your eyes, your heart racing with anger. “Care? If you really cared, you wouldn’t have treated me like that. You think I can just forget that?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump, and he looks down at the flowers in his hands, the weight of your words clearly hitting him. “I know I messed up. I just thought—”

“Thought what? That this would all be okay just because you showed up with stupid flowers? You’re delusional,” you cut in. “I can’t keep avoiding you, but I’m not just going to pretend like everything’s fine!”

He looks hurt, his eyes searching yours for some sign of understanding. “I just wanted to fix things. I thought you’d want to talk about it too.”

You take a step back, feeling overwhelmed by everything—your anger, your confusion, the weight of his gaze. “I’m busy, Jungkook. Just… just go.”

Please,” he finally says, his voice quiet but firm. “I just want to talk to you. I’m not leaving until we sort this out.”

“What do you want me to say?” you shoot back, your frustration boiling over. “You come here with flowers like that fixes everything, and you expect me to just let you in? You really think I’m going to be okay after last night?”

“I know I messed up!” he replies, his frustration matching yours. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t realize how it would come across, and I want to explain myself. Can we at least talk about what happened?”

You stare at him, the determination in his eyes making it hard to look away. As much as you want to slam the door in his face, a part of you is curious—maybe even hopeful. But that hope is buried deep under layers of anger and confusion.

“I’m not interested in hearing excuses,” you finally say, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’ve already made it clear how you feel.”

“I know,” he admits, his voice dropping. “And I get why you’re angry. But please, just give me a chance to explain. I don’t want to lose you over this.”

You feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you—anger, hurt, and a hint of the connection you’ve had with him. You want to scream at him, to tell him to leave, but another part of you just wants to hear what he has to say.

“Fine,” you say finally, your voice low. “But you better not waste my time.”

As you step back and open the door wider, Jungkook enters, his gaze focused on you as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. He looks around your room, a hint of nervousness in his posture.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, his voice softer now. “I just… I messed up, and I’m trying to fix it. I didn’t mean to flirt with that girl; it was stupid, and I didn’t think about how it would affect you. I get that it made you feel uncomfortable, and I should have been more aware. You’re the only one I want to be with.”

You hold his gaze, searching for sincerity in his eyes. “You don’t get to just play around with my feelings, Jungkook. You can’t expect me to just forget everything because you’re suddenly apologetic.”

“I know, I know,” he replies, desperation creeping into his voice. “But I’m here now. I want to make things right. Just tell me what I need to do. I’ll do anything.”

You take a deep breath, fighting the urge to soften. “You don’t get it. It’s not about flowers or grand gestures. It’s about respect and understanding. If you want to be with me, you need to start acting like it.”

“I will. I promise,” he says, leaning forward, his sincerity palpable. “I care about you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that.”

You stare at him, the walls around your heart feeling like they’re starting to crack just a little. But the anger still simmers beneath the surface. “Just know that I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he replies, a small smile breaking through the tension. “Just let me try.”

You give him a reluctant look, still wary, maybe—just maybe—this could be a step toward something better..? Maybe he meant it. Maybe he truly was sorry.

As the tension hangs heavy in the air, Jungkook shifts slightly, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his expression. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and it stirs something within you—an urge to let go of the anger, if only for a moment.

He leans closer, and without thinking, you hold your breath, your heart racing as he reaches out. His fingers graze your arm softly, and it sends a jolt of electricity through you. Then, in a surprising yet gentle motion, he cups your face, tilting it toward him.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. “For everything. Last night was a mess, and I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

Before you can respond, his lips brush against yours—soft and hesitant at first, as if he’s testing the waters. The kiss is sweet, laced with an apology that goes deeper than words. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and for a fleeting moment, the anger dissipates, replaced by a wave of emotions you thought were buried.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, breathing heavily. “I swear, nothing happened with that girl. It was all just… nothing. I don’t want anyone else but you, Y/N. You mean too much to me.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and he continues, his voice earnest. “You’re amazing. You’re smart, beautiful, and so much more than I deserve. I take back every single thing I said last night. I was an idiot. I was half drunk, and we had been fighting for weeks before that- and I just didn’t know how to handle it."

You look into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you see is raw honesty. “I messed up,” he admits, his expression vulnerable. “But I want to make it right. I want to show you that I care.”

The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heart, and you find yourself softening. “It’s just hard for me to trust you right now,” you confess, your voice wavering slightly.

“I get it,” he replies, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “But I’ll prove it to you. I’m here, and I want to be with you. Just give me a chance.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze. In that moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just the two of you—raw, real, and vulnerable. You nod slowly, your heart racing as the anger you held onto begins to melt away, replaced by something warm and hopeful.

“Okay,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just… show me.”

Jungkook’s expression brightens, relief washing over him as he leans in once more, capturing your lips with his in another soft kiss. This time, it feels different—deeper, more meaningful, as if it’s sealing a promise between you.

As you pull away, you can’t help but smile a little, the tension easing between you. “You better keep that promise,” you tease lightly, though your heart still flutters at the warmth of his presence.

“I will,” he assures you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "I love you Y/N, I really do"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

tags<3 : @thelittlecatonthecake

[alquido]

whoa i'm late to jojolands chapter 26

chapter cover art is great, though it doesn't really match with the chapter content lol. "no one can rob them of their bond" gives me an eerie feeling though (please araki don't hurt the joestar siblings yet. it's too early T_T).

spoilers for the chapter under the cut!

man that was an absolutely brutal beatdown. much more quick and one-sided than i expected. my man ningbo's spent the past few chapters silently aurafarming and paco's already ground him down into a lumpy paste in one chapter.

the chapter was filled with top-notch fight choreography that cements paco as one of the best close-quarters combatants in the series. probably from his military experience, and i bet the hustle is also hardening his muscles to make him hit even harder (he caves in ningbo's skull, breaks his helmet, and makes his eyes pop out just with plain-ass hits????)

and paco barely even flinches when his hand pops and he loses three fingers — dude just tells usagi to freeze them and not mix them up with meryl's, then immediately stances up for another round. speaking of usagi, he doesn't do much this chapter, though it's realistic for a someone relatively innocent like him to be panicky about using a gun and missing all his shots.

still, props to ningbo for constantly getting up for more despite everything. he even gets in some good damage with his stand. he's got paco in a tricky situation with his remaining hand and neck inflating. wonder if he'll ever say his stand name or it's just going to be revealed in a tailpiece in the volume release.

other than the paco vs ningbo fight, we've got all the stuff with laem chabang putting the L in LGBT (just in time for pride month lmao), and a brief cut to the yacht with key west.

i love lulu continuing to not give a fuck about the fighting upstairs, treating it like she's just getting picked up. and also how irritated laem gets when lulu asks her if she has a boyfriend. the sudden whiplash of laem being a relentless interrogator to her spamming heart emojis and texting all cute to key west was hilarious too.

i don't know how long this trio of minor villains will last, and i don't have a lot of confidence that ningbo is gonna make it out of this arc alive. though it's interesting that meryl mei specifically points out that he wants to avenge bobby jean in addition to wanting money, while laem is just here for money. what makes meryl think this way? she has been correct about everything so far, down to laem not wanting to help howler.

also, key west seems like she's been set up as the most important of the trio (in ch. 21), but she hasn't done much yet and her stand hasn't shown up. but with laem's intel, she now has full knowledge of the situation. the gang's fate is in her hands. but laem did explicitly say to not tell howler, and i don't see any reason for key to not follow that. however, key does audibly react to the image of yokohama on life support, and it seems that howler and the gang all notice this.

even if ningbo falls, i can see evil lesbians keylaem lasting longer to make their gambit turning against howler for a cut of his assets. poor howler honestly. i don't see any situation where he doesn't get massively screwed over by everyone by the end of this arc. it's great to see him crashing out while the joestars + charming man are just silently staring him down. i really need him to be a major villain so he can rise up from rock bottom.

[xcerizex]

9 R.I.P. Review Rambles

This is me mainly gushing about this game, everything is loosely spoiler friendly especially for the Secret LI so please proceed with caution. Beware of a bunch of text dump.

Art:

Long time otome lovers won't need an introduction to Yuuya and her works! The overall art was filled with gorgeous atmospheric lighting either filled with wonderfully saturated colours fitting the present setting, or something simpler when the situation calls for it.

The character designs are absolutely wonderful and well-crafted, brilliantly bringing out the desired theme for each character and their inspired legend, well most of them XD. Koharu's feels a bit more subjective since personally I would have liked him on the spookier side, but all in all looked amazing anyways!

Also holy shit the UI is freaking gorgeous. I remember how utterly captivated I was first playing the game, that itself is a piece of art I must say! It makes this game worth playing for the atmosphere it delivers alone! The creator knew what they were doing and delivered this spectacularly spooky and hauntingly beautiful GUI.

Music:

Please let me talk about the music because oh my gosh, it's fantastic! The character theme songs are all unique and made true to their respective characters and I love it! Hearing their theme song play as the characters make their entrance always made me giggle and kick my feet. Out of all of them, my favourite character soundtracks would be Koyo's, Sena's, and Minami's!

Plus, some of these soundtracks are super creepy too. My personal favourites would be "Footsteps", the super creepy one, and "Taruma" which is the funny soundtrack which I absolutely adored! What I adore the most of all was the Horizon OP as well as it's piano variant, which evokes a feeling of longing and attachment to a fading autumn season.

Overall, they did a fantastic job with the soundtrack in this game, managing to suit the entire vibe of the game, as well as giving not one, but FOUR ending songs, we've been spoiled! This game has exceeded my expectations for its design and you can clearly see how much effort they put into everything! May be my absolute favourite otome game in terms of system design.

School World common route:

This one lived up to the supposed "horror" theme they were trying to go for, and as a supernatural fan, it ticked all the right boxes! It was tense and somewhat scary (one scene scared me quite a bit 😅) with good world building and atmosphere, and I was surprised to see how much plot they were showing despite still being in the common route, not a bad thing tho personally. I loved meeting all the other ghosts here since I was a HUGE fan of this kind of thing.

One thing I really appreciated was how careful Misa was in this route, she doesn't make any stupid decisions on her own, and knows when to prioritize herself when the situation calls for it. The scene with the wraith left me quite satisfied, even if she did end up tripping and falling afterwards.🤣

The moments you get with the LIs are cute (sometimes with Hibiki tho things get a tad bit "crazy" 🥰), but I honestly don't have much else to say. Overall, it's not that spooky for me (minus that one scene which made me jump a lil) and a great introduction to the game's supernatural theme. Would replay if I want that spooky atmosphere again ☺️

Kureha:

Now Kureha is a little hard to talk about despite him being one of my faves. He's plain, but in a good way! His kind, golden-hearted, and normal personality is honestly the breath of fresh air I've been looking after for a while. It made me giggle and smile like an idiot whenever he popped up somewhere else that wasn't his own route, he was just too sweet! The way he consistently looks out for Misa and her well-being will never not make me melt into a puddle. 🥺 So many times I wanted to say "screw it" and go back to him when I was in other routes. 🤣 I was quite taken with him as you see.

His route was great imo! Even if there were dragging moments, the plot and development had me hooked. But wow his backstory was brutal, something I liked since that was exactly what I was expecting from this particular storyline. But I hadn't expected to cry as I did in BOTH of his endings, seriously! 😭 Before I knew it, tears just started streaming down my face, and I had to go off somewhere to cry into a pillow. 😭

His route didn't feel particularly scary to me other than that one jumpscare (I think I lost a few years of my life on that AHAHAHAHA 😭). So I do think anyone who wants a good bit of horror content can find it in the School World Ghost boys. I adore Kureha's design, and his bittersweet endings were lovely imo. A great poster boy! 🥰

Hibiki:

He scares the absolute crap out of me AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And I think what makes him an even greater character is how he endears me all the while making me grip my sheets in fear. 🤣 It was a ride to see him switch between his adorable side to his more, uh...bone-chilling moments. (That one bad ending had me scared shitless at 12am in the morning. Seriously, do NOT play that at night.🤣) He ended up being the scariest part of this game.

Of course, the "scarier" aspects of him ended up being toned down a good bit, but that didn't stop me from being entertained by him as I was. What a fantastically well-executed, polarizing character! I was also quite surprised how reliable he ended up being in the common route.

Speaking of heartbreaking and traumatic experiences, Hibiki really takes the cake for saddest boy in this game without fail. His backstory disturbed me and made me cry, which was exactly what I wanted from this game! Hibiki is everything I wanted from the supernatural premise of 9RIP, something sweet, something scary, something sad, and something dark. But while his route was enjoyable for me, that was that. 😅 Overall, he is an experience I would recommend to anyone, if you'd like a decent spook that is. 🤣

Urban Legends common route:

I adore this common route to bits and it may as well be my favourite one of the game! Something about this common route was so warmly and intimately written, not just because of the relationships between Misa and the LIs, but between everyone else. Its a rare case of seeing the best friend of the game–aka Sayaka for 9RIP–actually be relevant and it elevated the entire storytelling for me!

The pacing was great and was always moving forward with something new to see with each revelation being executed well, and watching the relationship between Misa, Koyo, and Sena grow was heartwarming! I adore them and the friendship they've fostered so much, even when you're not pursuing one specific LI you can tell how much they mean to each other nonetheless.

I had zero qualms about replaying this common route and even went back for more! 🥰 Something so wonderfully heartwarming and yet, melancholy is something I wish others could experience too.

Koyo (looking at the length of this section, I realize how obvious my bias is):

Out of all the routes, this one had THE highest replay value and sugar content for me! Literally after finishing his route I went back for more, no joke, it was that good! It had moments that legitimately make me thrash around in bubbly excitement (which usually does NOT happen), only for those doki dokis to turn into a different type of heart racing due to the super tense moments that followed shortly after. I love Koyo's personality, his casual demeanor and natural kindness always making me feel comfortable with him. ☺️

To be honest, I was kind of surprised by the main plot of the route, considering I heard so much hype about it. Not in a bad way it was just like, "huh?". I also do think this may have my least favourite version of Misa, but I look at it as the writers' need to gently nudge the plot forward. (I love my girl Misa as always 🥺, she was great in her own way here too!) And I enjoyed the relationship between the two of them, how they naturally bantered and cared for one another was a strong point of the route's romance!

Ryota Suzuki also ended being the VA that surprised me the most in this game. His voice perfectly captured all sorts of strong emotions ranging from anger, disgust, worry, love, and more! It elevated the entire Koyo experience to an 11, and I couldn't think of a better fit between character and VA than this!

Tldr on personal thoughts, I think I'm a tsundere when it comes to him LMFAO. 😭 I've heard the hype for Koyo as both a character as well as his route, so I tried to keep my expectations as low as possible. But out of all the fanfic drafts I've done for this game, he got the most, so what does that say about me? 😭 Despite the fact I was trying to tell myself "oh yeah he's okay" my mind would just keep circling back to him after I was done with his route, making me smile like an idiot in public. It's sheer brainrot! 🤣 So like many others, I would agree that he is 100% boyfriend material! I spent a good time just hanging around after his route because I didn't want to move on! 😂

Sena:

Sena's central character theme was certainly a lovely story, and it made the relationship between him and Misa all the more precious. But his route was a uh...ride? Not necessarily in a bad way. The first half of his route was enjoyable, and you could really see the true extent of how hard it is when it comes to maintaining a relationship with a supernatural. But this was more of Misa being worried for Sena than it was trying to advance a relationship with him.

But when the second half of the route came, I had to sit upright and grip my sheets while severely questioning the sudden intrusion of the horror genre akwdjgkaw 🤣 It was enjoyable in its own right–even if it felt dragging at times–but it didn't really feel like it fit with the overall route.

Other than that, Sena is such a lovable LI for me and I can't help but adore his personality! There's something so bright, sincere, and reassuring about his easygoing nature that had me attracted, and every time his theme song popped up along with himself, I couldn't help but smile! I just wanted to give him a good bear hug whenever I saw him in someone else's route. If he were a real idol, I would definitely be a fan because how could you not love this beautifully bright man? 😂

The Other Realm common route:

This one was great and had some good moments overall, but nothing about it stood out in particular to me other than the moments you share with the LI's (ngl that one scene with Minami had me grinning from ear to ear).

It has quite a tense atmosphere as you are tugged around by this weird ass sense of...rivalry? Basically throughout the common route you'll encounter choices based on which LI your willing to romance trust. Definitely enjoyable in its own way, but it may be my least favourite common route.

Seiya:

To be honest I liked him better as a side character than an LI XD. I found his love spiels to be hilarious and I adore how genuinely determined he was to help Misa out, stemming from a deeper part of his character. But there was this strange mental gap between him and Misa (and me) which made it difficult for me to get romantically attached to him. Still, he wins top spot for most hilarious character in this game! 😂

The route at the very beginning was great, with super tense moments and giggling kicking my feet development, and the very ending matches in quality (his Heavenly end almost made me cry 😭) and I loved the conversation they had regarding Misa's mother.

But other than that, I didn't really enjoy the route as much. The huge chunk of the rest of the route felt eh to me because it didn't immediately pursue the tension it brought to my face, making me go "????". This is more because of personal preferences, but it really took me out of the moment. I guess it says something that my favourite moment of his route was a Kureha cameo 😭.

Minami:

I absolutely adore this unhinged piece of shit AHAHAHAHAHAHA🤣. Minami is hella unpredictable and was extremely entertaining as a result. Boy is he a hugeeee red flag but Misa doesn't care and matches his energy well, considering this is the one route where you need a high insanity to get to his route. What a riot, anytime he'd appear on screen I'd just shout and go, "YEAAHAHAHA!!!" and knew I was in for a good time. 😂

This route had my favourite version of Misa (my girlie was insane and we love to see it), and the banter between the both of them as well as Seiya always had me hollering and enjoying every second of it! But boy did things take turn after turn after turn, this route may be my favourite as it excellently balances out good tension and romance. The development of Minami's love also hooked me on greatly, because bro fell deep in love so hard and I adore every aspect of it! 🥰

I think this route surprised me a lot, which surprised me by how it surprised me 😂. Because while I was expecting chaos and unpredictability, I didn't expect this kind. But in a good way! One of the reasons this route may objectively be a 10/10 for me! This kind of route has been something I've been searching after for a long time ever since I first started playing otome games, and it delivered on all fronts!

Spirit World common route:

I played this common route before the Hell world while I was sick because I particularly craved a lighthearted and slice-of-life atmosphere, and it delivered! Another thing I liked about this common route is that it had greater focus on Misa's personal story, especially with her relationship with both her mom and Sayaka.

Don't ask me how this happened but I think I ended up crying about at least two times in this supposed lighthearted route SJISJXJSOAKKA. 😭 There was nothing particularly painful about it, but a few lines hit a bit too close to home and before I knew, my heart started to hurt and my tears fell on their own.

I heavily recommend leaving this common route for last, as it immediately spoils the big secret, as well as leaving a nice and cozy finish to the overall game. I played this third because I already knew about said big secret, but in the end, it's up to your preferences.

Koharu:

I want to eat his cooking LOL 🤣 I usually don't like tsunderes but I'll make an exception for Koharu, he's just too cute! And manly, and housewife worthy, and uh, you get what I mean! 😂 He was so gruffy and intimidating during Misa's first meet, which is why seeing his tough exterior melt away into something more vulnerable gave me such a wonderfully subtle feeling of cathartism. A true tsundere done right!

His route was light, but the trope they employed here is something I haven't seen in a long time and damn if I didn't enjoy it! 🥰 I also adore to bits how we got to expand more on his relationship with another LI, it was super wholesome, but at the same time, sad. I couldn't possibly imagine how horrified he felt during those...darker moments. Honestly. 😭

This route was light and fluffy, so there's really not much going on other than day to day life, which I don't mind. In fact, I like it! I would totally fistfight Yukimaro if he stole my Koharu-made cookies though, hmph! 😤 His endings were surprisingly bittersweet, honestly I just want the both of them to be happy, but I guess you can't have everything in a relationship with the supernatural. 😞

Yukimaro:

One thing I will say is how surprised I was by how natural the romantic progression felt between Yukimaro and Misa. Considering Yukimaro's character, I wondered how on earth would the writers be able make Misa see him as a man, and they made it work! Their first kiss caught me off-guard by how seamlessly it flowed in, keeping Yukimaro's personality intact while delivering on the promised romance.

I knew he would be more than the childish personality they initially showcased him with, but I was still surprised by how emotionally attentive he was when it came to helping Misa out with her career path. His backstory was light, which I appreciated with the route's overall vibe.

Overall, this route is light on the palate and good for anyone who wants something simple to pass the sick days with! Yukimaro as a character will give you more laughs than dokis, but he's such a funny and heartwarming character, making him lovable in his own way! Always hilariously funny (the niece scene had me giggling), Yukimaro is the main source of life between all the Ayakashi's shenanigans, and I can't help but feel grateful for meeting him. ☺️

Secret LI

(approach with caution as he's someone I want everyone to experience fresh 🥰)

Talk about a show stopper! I didn't expect to adore this character or his route as much as I did, having throttled Minami out of my top three faves like it was nothing! Now I hyper regret not buying his merch while I was in Japan.🤣

I love love LOVE his selfless and not really slightly unhinged love for Misa. The fact that it leans more into selfless love instead of romantic also scratches a personal interest of mine, how could I not love him? 🥺He may be the wildest console otome man I've ever met! Not that I've met a lot granted (in console, mobile otoge is a freaky world), but it's gonna be hard to outmatch the guy who tried throwing his crush into literal hell and etc with absolutely pure intentions all things considered.

I have no other words for him except I adore him, and his adult voice got me good and swooning hard. It's unfair someone get him out of my head please, I need Amasaki Kohei to show his deep voice more! 😂(Nevermind the fact I replayed his voice lines over and over again like a person with withdrawals) I never thought I'd fall so hard for a man draped so lavishly in pink but here we are! And his glow up CG? (*cue loud squawking noises*) No doubt that he'll will stay in my mind as a special LI for a looooooong time to come. One of my top LIs ever for sure!

Route ranking:

Minami > Koyo = Secret LI > Kureha > Koharu > Hibiki = Yukimaro > Seiya > Sena

LIs Ranking:

Secret LI = Koyo > Kureha > Sena = Minami > Koharu > Hibiki > Yukimaro > Seiya

Thoughts?

I'll be the first to admit that this game has quite a few flaws. Ranging from a few unpolished routes, rushed endings, characters that could have used deeper writing, solutions and plotlines that could tick a few people's personal beliefs off but...

I love it all the same.

There's nothing better than a game that feels as if it was made for you, and that is exactly what 9RIP is to me, simply because I love the supernatural. And surprisingly (or maybe not, it's Otomate after all), they decided to take a more human approach with this particular genre instead of scary, which made me love it even more. It is a story of a young 17-year old girl thinking too hard about what she wants to do with her future, a story of those that never got the chance to live their lives, and more. So much more.

Gosh, I'm horrifically biased about this game. Sure, I would have adored something a little scarier, but overall I think they did a wonderful job with the given idea.

Another thing I love is the difference between the Heavenly and Godly endings, how they portray the severity of what it means to fall in love with the supernatural. The answer is as such; there will never be a truly happy ending for a love between different worlds.

There are some good happy endings of course, like Koyo and Secret LI's Godly ending, but those are about the happiest I can think of. Or maybe Minami's too. Other than that, it's all wonderfully bittersweet. It's kinda funny seeing Misa pledge her love to a spirit she won't be seeing in a long while until death though.

If I were to comment on it objectively, it is an entertaining title for sure. Having managed to carry ranges of genres within a single title while making it all stay cohesive into a single world, is something that I truly admire about this game. The LIs are all fantastic, and at least half of them are legitimately problematic, but are lovable nonetheless.🤣

This world is lovely to me, and if possible, I'd like to stay in the world of 9RIP for as long as possible. My final overall ranking doesn't quite represent my personal feelings on this game, as I'm trying to remain objective. But trust me when I say; is that this is a title you won't regret getting.

Overall Ranking:

8.5

[lil-scout-precure]

Junior Eurovision 2023 Personal Ranking (by tiers, before the show).

First of all, hello. It's been some of a not long but still some time I've never made a text post here. Some things changed since then: I got a new job as a Web Developer since August (luckily). I'm about to get graduate from University. And well, some thoughts about my future and what I accomplished made me change some ways I think about life (and likings, for better or worse...depends)

But with Junior Eurovision 2023 on the go (and after enjoying Eurovision 2023 to the maximum), I knew I had to make a new opinion list. This time is a tier ranking, as one, most of the songs are ballads and I had to think a better way to rank them depending of my likings and preferences, and two, I'm not as impressed as last year's edition due to the previous fact.

So here it is, my personal tier-ranking for this year's 16 songs competing in Nice, France for the trophy!

Let's explain the ranking tiers, from lower to higher:

"I heard better ones in previous years": Let's face it, they're not too bad or plain as some NQs in adult Eurovision (or even some qualifiers), and for being made by/for children, they are a good start. However, personally, either they didn't catch me and/or I was expecting better from them (Georgia). Therefore, I would be surprised if the live version makes them look better.

"Unlikely but potential Top 5/Winners(?)": While not as awesome as the upper tiers, I found those songs more endearing/moving than the lowest one. And for some cases (France and UK), if placed well in running order and live delivery, who can't say they can't have a good score placing (or maybe, and I say MAYBE, win)?

"Not winners, but I identify myself with them": The wild card of the tiers. While I don't see them winning the contest so easily and there are BETTER songs I like, the reason they are above the two lower tiers is because somehow, by lyrics or the studio video (or both), I ended up sobbing/crying in the middle of work like Elemental's Wade got identified with them. If the staging allows them, they can achieve to be dark horses to get Top 5 or even victory

"I will kill OsterdahlEBU if they mess with the staging or the running order (or place the lower spots)/hj": The difference between these songs and my personal winners is very small (or the perception of the fandom in general). These ones are mostly because I can picture them with a well-done staging and vibes to become legends (and bias in case of Germany, since Ohne Worte deserves the best performance with the sign language detail and love put in it by Fia for her lil sister). And as the title say, the only thing that can totally ruin their chances are either the staging/live performance, and the running order (please NOT Germany starting the contest AGAIN, we know what happened to Pauline and Susan T-T). I wish them ALL the luck I have

"Very nice of them to invite other JESC artists to their concert": In my personal opinion, they have it ALL. They have strength in the song itself, the voices, the vibes, even their live staging (if things go well). Ireland because of the Celtic essence (and FRICKING Sophie Lennon joining Jessica), Spain because of the JESC-fit melody and dreams (please don't remove Sandra's swing, France TV, it's not Loreen's panini press), Netherlands because of their EDM and lifting song, and Armenia because of the UNEXPECTED (yet welcome) K-pop mode they are delivering. My televote is on their side, and they are the first ones I will vote for on Friday 24th. A crime if they somehow are placed LOW.

And that's all. My ranking resumee. In days I will share my more detailed personal opinions by tier. See ya!

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

I fear a man like you, with a woman like me…

A/N- Sorry this took so long, I nearly forgot about this draft and I had a lot of personal stuff happen ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ anyways please take this!! Chapter 2!!

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Y/n POV.

I wander on the grassy plains as my eyes dart around me. My legs were tingling and aching as if I had just been done running for miles, and my mind was full of Lyra's torn and ripped corpse. The forest seemed to stretch for hours and it was foggy, it was nearly painful to breathe the cold and thick air. I held onto my bleeding knees and tilted my head, “Where am I” I spat out, and then.. It happened- the buzzing was even piercing and powerful. I grip my head and scream as I hold my head, my eyes feel as if they were aching to pop out. I heard Toby's weak voice, “Why are you here.?” He asked but I couldn’t spot him anywhere. “I-I was worried about you.” I whimpered soft as I searched for him and then the ground started to move, “Leave me alone.” his voice was full of rage and anger. “W-What- LEAVE ME ALONE!!” his screams made the buzzing louder and I screamed in pain. Almost immediately, I felt as if I was being dragged away from the forest.

3rd Person POV

Naomi paced around while she nervously bit down on her long acrylic nails, her bleached ends bounced as she trembled around the hospital cot with pure anxiety and concern. Her dark brown eyes dart everywhere but Y/n, she checks her phone and groans. “Damn it, where are they? It's been 7 hours.” she question weakly before a nurse walk in with small smile. “Her test has come back, it seems to just be a panic attack- nothing to worry about.” the nurse explain and Naomi gulp weakly. Naomi kissed her knuckles in small relief but fear was still engraved on her face, “Panic attack? Y/N never had any mental issues, she would've told me.” she whisper to herself before looking away. The nurse cleared her throat, “But your father is looking for you, Ms.Addams. He wants to know why you and Y/n weren't at school”. Naomi's face pales weakly before staring at Y/n form.

Y/n's (plus size, curvy, slim, skinny) body was resting on the cot, her face was trembling with fear and Naomi looked away with relief. Naomi stomped away, her body tense and full of dread. Y/n (eye color) eyes blink open to see the fluorescent light on her face, she rubs her eyes to see the nurse who is standing by the door nervously. “Y/N, I have to ask you a few questions about your… Mental health, if you don't mind.” she stroll down and sat next to her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed as she lay up in the cot, “What? My mental health is fine.” she barked at the nurse. “Miss please do not-” the nurse was quickly “Just stop it! I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me. I just was sad.” she quickly got up but her heart monitor raced at each thought of Tobias and Lyra. She clutches her racing heart and panted heavily, the nurse rushes to her to hold her down. “Please calm down! I just need to ask these questions and it will be over miss!” she murmurs firmly as she presses Y/n down onto the bed. Y/n pants heavily and sighs softly as she looks at the nurse with cold sweat and nod her head.

“F-fine.. I'll answer your questions.” she whined softly as she wiped her forehead and look away gently at the nurse. The nurse fix her name tag and clear her throat as she sat down to the girl.

Y/N POV

After long 30 minutes with this pestering nurse asking the most basic questions about my physcial and mental health, I was finally able to leave. My mother was worried the entire car ride, “Have you slept? Did you eat enough today? Are you sure you’re drinking your water- here I have a bottle right here.” She whine softly as she put her hand on my forehead while I look at the window. I had a few missed calls and texts from Naomi but my mind were somewhere else. That dream… What did it mean.? I think the water and sigh softly, “I’m fine mom, I just passed out.” I mumbled but my mother worry grew.

“No no I don’t like the sound of that- maybe you need to rest, I found out about Lyra and I know how close you two were.” She stated firmly as she drove in the dark night, I look at the trees passing by and suddenly I saw a car crash and a bloody figure staggering towards the car. It was… It was Lyra. I scream and flinch away and my mother tighten her grip, “Y/N!! What is it?!” She scream as she press harder on the gas. I pant and look at her with watery eyes, “I-I saw her, ma. Ma I saw her!!” I scream with fear and despair. My mother eyes widen and she drove away from the scene and I whine softly as I rub my eyes.

When we got home before my mother could even say anything, I rushed upstairs and close the door. I rub my eyes as tears stream down my face as my heart pounded. I didn’t even notice my window slightly opening and I gasp as I heard my window open and something fall from the outside. I walk towards my window and slam it close: ignoring my sister suddenly startle as the house shook. I shiver as I look to see what had fell and it was red and bloody, I shiver and whimper as I seen the small bloody thing before it turned at me. It was an eye that seem like it was ripped out.

I gagged and scream, “Fuck!? What the hell is that?!” I whimper while I stumble back onto my bed and I pant heavily. My head throbbing heavily and pounding as if someone was trying to rip open my head. I heard footsteps as I ball myself up, that eye was a dark brown one and my mind raced with thoughts of fear and panic. My dad gasp and rush to hug me as my mother held my sister tightly in her arms, “Baby wake up. It’s okay! Look at your old man, please baby!” he sob weakly. It felt weird feeling my father’s tears and worried voice, he was usually so prideful and cocky but now he was sobbing and holding me tightly.

I sob as my mother grab the eye and slowly walk towards me, “It’s an acorn.? What’s the matter baby..?” She whimper softly and I look at the eye and suddenly it turned acorn. I blink and whimper, “Ngh I’m sorry..” I grunted as I hugged my dad tightly: “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” I sob softly. Suddenly our house filled with our tears, everyone tears grow louder and louder.

Before I knew it, my father pulled away and sniffle as he walked out: he was so stoic but he provided so much comfort for the minute it seemed. My mother kiss my forehead and my baby sister cooed while she nibble on my face as if she tried to kiss me, I laugh softly and sniffle my tears while my sister spit got on my cheeks. When my mother and sister left, I got up and I held onto the bed for balance; after a cry my body was shaking and nervous. I walk into the bathroom and looked at my dyed strips and messy hair, my eyes were red, and my makeup ruined. I got ready for a nice and long shower, the warm water with the sweet scent of the body wash and the stream that filled the room distracted me.

I hum weakly as I held myself tightly as the water drip down my face and body, I flip my head back and suddenly I felt as if something was watching me. I ignored the feeling but it felt like something was crawling onto me, I shiver and whimper as I bathe myself. I tried to focus on the sound of my mother cleaning down stairs, my father helping my sister burp, and my baby sister cooing softly. I sigh weakly, “I’m just imagining things… Just imagining it.” I thought but my eyes shot open at the feeling bugs crawling on me.

I yelp softly as the soap got into my eye and I whine as I use the water to flush out the soap. I open my eyes to see nothing on me but my hair standing up, I sigh and got out of the shower and dried myself off with a towel. I wash my face and brush my teeth, I brush my (curly, coils, braids, straight, thin) hair, I look at myself in the mirror and smile softly. I put on my pajamas and slippers, I walk out and put my dirty clothes into the hamper.

3rd person POV

As Y/n walk back into her room, unknowingly eyes watching her closely. She sigh as she sat on the full sized bed that had stuffed animals and small anime plushies, she hum softly as she place the night-core music as she drew on the laptop. The only time she really had comfort, the figure in the shadows watched her like a hawk. Suddenly a call rang throughout the room, a Skype call. “Y/n! Ugh girl I was so fucking worried!? What the hell happened!” The voice whine loudly and Y/n laugh as she tried to explain what happened.

The two girls chatted unknowingly about the figure until Naomi finally went to sleep, Y/n yawned as she put her laptop on the charger and went to sleep. Her body going up and down within the bedsheets, the figure walked towards the girl. It slowly stroke her cheek before pulling softly on her ear making her twitched, she stirred softly but didn’t wake up. The figure let out a weak moan before leaving the room, the window shot open and the cold wind blew into the room.

[meet-the-misfits]

Welcome!

This is a side blog of @misfitfashion, specifically made to showcase my fashion personas! It'll include roleplaying, art, fashion posts, and probably some other stuff, idk.

Check the tag #meet the misfits on this blog if you wanna see the characters' intro posts. I'll leave their pronouns on the posts they're featured in, too, because the genders of these 'sonas are all over the place and I can't expect you all to remember them readily.

At least one character (Roxi) uses quirky typing, so I'll be leaving plain-text translations on those posts in addition to the in-character text!

Just like on my main: no bigotry, no being a jerk for no reason, and no kink-related interaction, please!

Let me know if you need anything tagged!

I'll put a list of fashion-sonas and their pronouns under the cut, for easy reference! The OCs' pronouns will also be put in any posts featuring them, so hopefully that makes it easy enough!

(Update December 22 2024: I'm going to throw ALL the Misfits onto this list, but I haven't formally introduced them all yet... I just want to complete the group. Also adding a short descriptor of each one.)

Current Fashion-Personas:

Orion: Glam Rocker/Pop Star Wannabe. Genderfluid Transgender, He/They/She pronouns (in order of preference). Bisexual.

Lucky: (AKA Little Lucky, Lucky Star): Kidcore/Childhood Nostalgia. Masculine Nonbinary, He/They/Xe/Fae/Bunself or other cute Nounself pronouns (no preference). Bi-Oriented Favourable Ace/Aro.

Roxi: (AKA R0X1, R0X1 R10T): Scene/Emo. Gender-Apathetic Nonbinary, They/Xe/Ze pronouns (no preference). Bisexual / Repulsed Aro.

Vizi: (AKA Supreme Intergalactic Heiress Vizi): Cyberpop Alien Princess. Genderqueer Woman, She/Her or any pronouns (defaults to she/her, but doesn't care much). Pansexual.

Error-A / Aurora: Cyberdelic Kandi Raver Robot. Genderfluid, She/He/They or any pronouns (actively uses the ones listed, but accepts any). Pansexual.

Cherry: (AKA Cherry Pop): Scene Queen. Cis Woman, She/Her pronouns only. Bisexual.

Ash: Punk/Grunge-Inspired. Trans Man, He/Him pronouns only. Bisexual Demiromantic.

Gable: Whimsigoth/Fairy Grunge. Femme Nonbinary, She/They pronouns (no preference). Bisexual.

Belladonna: (AKA Bella): Pastel Goth/Menhera. Nonbinary Woman. She/They/It pronouns (no preference). Bi-Oriented Favourable Grey-Ace/Grey-Aro.

Tricksy: Halloweencore. Vaguely-Femme Nonbinary. They/It/She/He pronouns (no preference). Neutral Aro/Ace.

Tia: Barbiecore Bimbo. Cis Woman, She/Her pronouns only. Bisexual.

Vinni and Vanni: Clowns. Genderfluid*, any pronouns (but please vary them up!). Repulsed Aro/Ace.

*They like to say their gender is whatever makes the joke land.

Bonnie: Yumekawaii, Sugar-core. Nonbinary Woman, She/They pronouns (no preference). Pan-Oriented Neutral Grey-Ace/Grey-Aro.

Desdemona: (AKA Mona): Goth-Inspired. Genderless Transgender, It/Its pronouns used, any pronouns accepted. Repulsed Aro/Ace.

Lacey Valentine: (AKA Amore): Lovecore Magical Girl. Genderflux Woman, She/Her or any pronouns (defaults to she/her but is fine with anything). Pansexual.

Cyril: (AKA Cy): Romantic Academia-Inspired. Transmasculine, He/They pronouns (in order of preference). Bisexual.

Flea: Goblincore/Trashcore. Genderless Nonbinary. It/Its pronouns used, They/Them accepted. Neutral Ace/Aro.

Dolly: Camp/Kitsch. Cis Fem Drag Queen, She/Her pronouns only. Pansexual.

Violet: Decora Kei. Nonbinary, She/They/Fae or cute Nounself pronouns. Bisexual.

Rory: Tween Nostalgia, Scene/Kidcore. Transmasculine Genderqueer, Any pronouns EXCEPT She/It accepted. Repulsed Ace/Aro.

Eros: Glam/Lovecore. Bigender, He/She pronouns used, They/Them accepted. Bisexual.

Cecilia: (AKA Cici): Morute/Kinderwhore. Nonbinary Woman, She/Her and It/Its pronouns used, any neutral pronouns accepted. Bisexual / Repulsed Aromantic.

Dorothy: (AKA Dot): Rockabilly/50's Pin-Up-Inspired. Cis Woman, She/Her pronouns only. Pansexual.

Beau: Lovecore/Punk-Inspired. Trans Man, He/Him pronouns only. Demisexual Panromantic.

Ripley: Gorecore/Meatcore/Horror-Inspired. Transmasculine Genderfuck, He/They/It pronouns. Queer Allosexual / Repulsed Aromantic

Ezra: Fantasycore. Gender-Neutral, any pronouns. Neutral Ace/Aro.

Wenzel: Labcore/Weirdcore/Atompunk/B-Movie Horror-Inspired. Genderfluid Trans, any pronouns (but please vary them up!). Queer.

GLITCH: Glitchcore/Y2K Futurism/Webcore. Null Gender, no pronouns or any pronouns (in order of preference). Orientation not applicable.

Paisley: Boho/Whimsy Twee-Inspired. Bigender, He/She/They pronouns used. Pansexual.

Izzi: Weirdcore/Trashcore/Kitsch/Grunge-Inspired. Genderfuck, It/Its or no pronouns preferred, They/Them and some nounself pronouns accepted. Queer.

Iris: Angelcore/Ethereal/Rococo-Inspired. Genderless, It/Its pronouns used, any pronouns accepted (but please vary them up!). Repulsed Ace/Aro.

Sirena: Mermaidcore/Ocean Grunge-Inspired. Femme Nonbinary, She/Her and It/Its pronouns. Bisexual / Averse Aromantic.

[sara-scribbles]

Between the Stacks

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Malleus Draconia/GN!Reader Other Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Lilia Vanrouge Word Count: 5,586 Summary: Malleus finds a way to explore Briar Valley without people noticing him. He happens upon a lending library where the story begins. Note: This is an AU with no NRC. It was a fun little idea that popped up. I'm also a sucker for royalty stories, so I might write one for Leona when I get the chance. Warnings: None

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People still unconsciously move away from him, but most don’t really pay attention. There’s nothing he can do about his magical presence. However Malleus is pleased that they don’t recognize him as future ruler of Briar Valley. At least they treat him like another person, which means being ignored.

He wanders through the central plaza, weaving in and out of shops. He observes the many vendors shouting their wares to anyone who passes by. It’s all very lively compared to the palace. The smell of food lingers in the air, enticing people to stop and have a bite. Most of the food is simple yet looks divine and smells even better.

Of course Malleus has been to the central plaza before with Lilia. The once bustling plaza would turn eerily silent as all eyes were on him; only the occasional whisper could be heard. The crowds would immediately part for them. No one dared to step in front of them. Shopkeepers and vendors bent over backwards to please them. The shopkeepers would trail behind them, jumping to attention the moment he looked at anything. Customers would leave the store when they stepped inside. 

It was all so suffocating. 

Pretending to be someone else allows Malleus to experience the plaza like everyone else. Vendors make small talk with him, smiling without much fear in their eyes. Shopkeepers greet him when he comes in but leave him to peruse alone. It’s wonderful.

He comes to a storefront that looks fairly new. The freshly painted sign hangs over the doorway and depicts an open book. The small window display has a few books lined up, covers facing toward him. Though the library at the castle is one of the largest, Malleus decides to go in. Perhaps this place offers reading material he has yet to see.

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The sound of the little bell over the door ringing draws you from your daydreams. You quickly stand up from your seat. You put on your brightest smile as the customer comes in. He’s tall, needing to duck under the doorway. He’s rather plain looking with muted black hair and mahogany brown eyes. He’s dressed smartly in expensive looking clothes.

“Welcome to the Library Realms, sir! If you need any help, please let me know,” you greet in a cheery voice.

His eyes take in the small store before landing on you. “Thank you,” he replies, a small smile on his lips. He has a nice voice; not too loud and smooth.

You watch as he wanders to the far right side before sitting back on your stool. Glancing down at the book you had picked out for the week, you sigh as you realize you lost your place. You had been too busy daydreaming about the novel you were writing in your head.

Refocusing on the text, you lost yourself in the words. So wrapped up in your book, you didn’t notice the man standing in front of the counter until he let out a very loud cough. Jumping at the sudden sound, you sheepishly apologize, “Sorry! Did you need help?”

He gestures to the area around him. “Where did you get these books?”

“My parents are avid collectors of books, so they’re mostly from their travels. Each realm has their own unique literature, so why not bring it to the people of Briar Valley! That way more people can immerse themselves in different cultures and lands without ever leaving home. Being able to feel the heat of the Scalding Sands or the cool waters of the Coral Sea just from reading is amazing, isn’t it?” You pause as you realize you’ve started ranting.

The man doesn’t seem bothered, rather he has an amused glint in his eyes. “Sorry…” you mumble, feeling abashed.

“Do you have any recommendations?” he asks.

“Well, do you have a favorite genre?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll read anything.”

Scrunching up your nose, you look thoughtfully around before hopping off the stool. He follows as you quickly weave between the shelves. You grab a step stool nearby, and grab a simple, black leather book from the top shelf. The gold letter is an elegant, loopy script on the cover and spine. The leather is soft under your touch as you hand it over to him.

“It’s a book of fairy tales from the Scalding Sands. Now before you object that ‘fairy tales are for kids’ try reading it. The stories inside are beautifully written and filled with deep meanings. And the illustrations are so lifelike, they could jump off the page. It’s one of my favorites,” you explain, smiling fondly at the book.

He gently thumbs through the book before closing it. “How much do I owe you?”

As you lead him back to the front, you start telling him of the way the store works. “Since this is a library and not an actual store, you do have to return the book. Each book you borrow costs five thaumarks. However, if you decide to check out more books in the future, I would suggest the subscription model where you can check out ten books for forty-five thaumarks, twenty-five for one hundred twenty thaumarks, and fifty books for two hundred thaumarks.”

He stares thoughtfully around before responding. “I’ll just take this for now.”

Opening a thick ledger, you write the title of the book down, the date, and the cost. Your pen hovers over the name section. “Your name?”

“My name?” He blinks owlishly. 

“Right. Just to make sure people return the books within a month of borrowing. It’s a bit of magic where a letter will be sent to your place of residence when there’s about a week left before the due date. If you want to extend the time, it costs 2 thaumarks to get another month.” You watch as his eyes narrow. “No one knows your residence except the magic. Not even I will know,” you hastily explain.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking. “Mal. The name is Mal”

“Just Mal?” When he nods, you don’t push further; anyways the magic will take care of everything for you. You write down the name and it briefly sparkles before fading back to normal black ink. “It’s nice to meet you, Mal.” You give him a genuine smile as you offer him a receipt.

His hand brushes against your own briefly. He’s surprisingly warm, you note. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n).” Another small smile forms on his lips. For some reason you have a feeling that his smiles are rare.

“I hope to see you again.” You give him a wave as he leaves. “Mal…huh,” you mumble to yourself, your hand still tingling.

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True to your word, the book is fascinating. Malleus finds it difficult to put down as each page draws him to continue into the wee hours of the day. The carefully illustrated drawings are created with delicate brushstrokes; it makes them almost pop off the page. The stories are set in the Scalding Sands, portraying everyday life with a twist. And you are right, it almost feels like he’s there in the desert with the characters.

Malleus does feel a bit bad for lying about his name. However, the moment you asked for his name, he felt a sense of dread. Would you become afraid of him if you knew who he really is? In that moment, he wished to be like one of his few friends, normal. It technically was a name his parents used to call him when he was younger, so it wasn’t a complete lie.

The dazzling, unrestrained smile you gave him was nothing like he had seen before. Besides the few close people he had grown up with all his life, he was used to scared looks and fake smiles. Your smile was real and filled with warmth that he wanted to see it again. The casual manner in which you spoke to him was also a breath of fresh air. Being able to converse freely with a near stranger is something he never thought could happen.

Malleus decides to visit your library again. Of course he wants to pick out another book, but he also wants to talk with you again. It’s almost two weeks later when he’s able to slip out of the castle in his disguise. As much as he enjoys the company of Lilia, Silver and Sebek, they can make it hard to leave the castle without one of them insisting to go with him.

He arrives at your store without making any stops. Stepping inside, he inhales the warm scent of ink and paper. You're sitting behind the counter like last time, bent over reading a book. Your name tag glints in the light as you look up.

“Mal!” you greet him with a pleased smile.

He steps toward the counter and places the book down. “Hello. I enjoyed the book.”

You place a bookmark in what you’re reading and move it aside. Summoning the large ledger, he watches as you place a check next to his name. “I’m glad! Are you here to borrow another?”

“Yes. I would also like to purchase the subscription plan.” He already has the money ready for the fifty books plan in a pouch tied to his waist. He sets the payment down. “If all the books are anything like the one you recommended, then I’m interested in reading more.”

Your eyes widen almost comically. “S-sure!” You quickly wave your hand, summoning another ledge, this one much smaller and thinner. “Which plan?”

“Fifty books.” He chuckles when you fumble with your pen. “I’d like your recommendation for those as well.”

“Of course! I’ve read a lot so I can definitely make a list for you!” you agree readily, your eyes sparkle even brighter than before. As you fill out the information in the book, you babble about different books. He listens with interest as your free hand moves to and fro as you talk.

You pause in your ramblings as you turn the ledger around and hold the pen out. “I’ll need you to sign just to confirm you confirm this purchase.”

Malleus mentally apologizes to you as he signs his fake name. Handing the pen back, you also sign below his and close the book. It vanishes in a puff of smoke when you snap your fingers.

“All set! Now we can get to the fun stuff!” You rub your hands together in glee as you move from the counter. “I know last time you said you don’t have a specific preference, so I think I’ll recommend different genres. It’ll give you a better feel for what you might be more inclined to read.”

You stop at the shelf from last time, planning to return the book he borrowed. Looking around, you frown as you don’t see the stepladder nearby. “Darn, someone must’ve moved it…”

“Allow me,” Malleus says. He takes the book from you and easily slides it back in its spot on the top shelf.

When he glances down at you, your cheeks are puffed out. “Wish I was as tall as you. Would’ve come in handy a lot,” you mumble. However, you stop pouting immediately as you make a beeline for a different shelf. “How many books are you planning to take out? Technically, you can take out all fifty if you wanted.”

“Just one will do.” This way he would have an excuse to come back and chat with you again.

As you thoughtfully scan the shelves, he notices two comfy looking armchairs wedged in the corner of the store. They’re angled at a slant so they somewhat face each other. Between them is a small table with an antique lamp that provides even more light. It’s a cozy private nook, and almost invisible unless one is paying attention.

“Are people allowed to use those?” he inquires.

You have a few books in hand when you look up. “Hmm? Oh! Yeah, you can sit there and read if you want. I thought it might be nice to have a place to relax. Unfortunately this place isn’t as big as I would like, so only two chairs could fit. You can stay as long as you want, or at least until closing.”

After putting a few books back, you hold out two. “I know you said one, but this one,” you shake the dark blue leather book with words written in wavy font, “has a sequel,” you wave the other book that’s a deep red with the same wavy font, “which you should read. It’s about a mermaid from the Coral Sea and a resident of the Queendom of Roses, who have a chance encounter.”

He takes the offered books, noting the titles are fairly similar. “I trust your choices. The last book was as wonderful as you said.” He follows you back to the front. “Are all these books collected by your parents?”

“Most of them are, though a handful of them were picked out by me. When I was old enough, I traveled to different realms looking for books on my own. I was born in Briar Valley but I grew up everywhere. My parents were originally scholars, so their jobs took them all over,” you explain as you write down the two books in the ledger. “And I came along for the ride!”

“Must be nice to be able to go anywhere you want,” Malleus muses more to himself than to you.

“Have you ever been out of Briar Valley, Mal?” you ask.

“I visited the Scalding Sands when I was younger, but nothing recent. I don’t have much time for leisurely travel. Perhaps some day…” 

You hand him the books. “Well when you go traveling let me know. Maybe I’ll join you. I have been itching to get back out there, but this place keeps me busy.”

“I’d like that.” He knew you’re only being friendly, but the idea of traveling together sounds nice. “May I use the chairs in the back today?”

“Of course! You’re free to use them whenever you want.”

Malleus finds the chairs much comfier than he imagined. He starts with the dark blue book.

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“Why did the main character do that?” Mal asks, his brows drawn together as frustration colors his tone.

You chuckle knowing exactly what he’s referring to. “It’s a defining moment for them. It shows us readers what they’re willing to sacrifice for the people they love.”

He shakes his head. “They could have done it differently without the needless sacrifice. There were so many different options they could have gone with.”

“I understand what you mean, Mal. It’s frustrating, but remember that this does fit in line with who they are as a person.” You mark the page you're on with a flower pressed bookmark.

Sitting in the chairs, you and Mal are chatting about the most recent book he started. Somehow you had found yourself reading with him when the library wasn’t busy, which are most days he visits. It feels like you’ve started a little book club with him as you discuss the turning points or plots of each book.

After spending a few months like this, you felt like you knew Mal. Unlike most customers who selected their books and left, Mal stayed to talk with you. The first day he came in, his magical presence was overwhelming. You nearly ducked for cover, but pulled yourself together. He deserved to be treated the same as everyone else regardless of how strong his magic felt. By now you’re used to his presence, and even enjoy it as it has become a comfort. He’s eloquent in his speech, and at first extremely polite. Eventually he loosened up enough to tease you and make jokes. 

Whenever he enters, it always brightens your day considerably. You share with him stories of your travels and your love of books. He does share some stories though he keeps them vague. Having interacted with him for awhile, you figure out that he has a hard time making connections for one reason or another. You do wonder if people are merely cautious around him because of how strong his magic feels. You do notice customers will give him a wide berth if he happens to be sitting in the back. It’s more noticeable in such a cramped space compared to when he’s outside. But it doesn’t matter to you because you like Mal.

You may have developed feelings for him beyond friendship. You’re not sure how to go about it, afraid of scaring him off. Your other friends just tell you to suck it up and kiss him already! It isn’t advice you’ll be taking any time soon, you decide.

Standing, you leave your book in the chair. “Do you want something to drink? Tea?” He seems a bit surprised at your offer but nods. “I also bought some pastries at the local bakery today. We can snack on those too!”

You return balancing two teacups while the pastry box and two plates float behind you. “I hope you like rose flavored tea because it’s all I have at the moment.”

He helps you settle everything on the small table. “It smells wonderful.”

“And for a snack a chocolate mousse and strawberry shortcake. You don’t mind splitting do you?” Your hand hovers over the small cakes with a knife.

“Of course not. They’re your cakes,” he says with a chuckle.

After evenly dividing the cakes and passing over a fork, you dig into the dessert. “I’ll admit I usually don’t eat dessert before dinner, but I couldn’t resist when I saw them. I was actually hoping you would show up today so I could share them with you.”

“You were?” He seems pleased as he watches you with his dark brown eyes.

You look away as you take a deep drink of the tea. “Well, you are a regular here, and I find talking with you to be…enjoyable.”

Glancing back, you nearly lose your breath at the radiant smile he gives you. You see his sharp canines glint in the light. “Thank you. I also enjoy my time with you, (y/n). I don’t have many friends, so I’m glad I met you. You’re a wonderful person with great taste in books and a beautiful smile.”

Flushing at his praise. “M-Mal…”

He smiles teasingly. “Why are you getting embarrassed? It’s true.”

You lightly swat his arm. “I-I’m not used to such compliments. I swear you just like to see me squirm.”

“It is fun,” he teases as he flashes his sharp teeth.

“You’re terrible, Mal.” Yet you can’t help but laugh.

As you enjoy your tea and snacks, you regal him with another story about your time spent in the Coral Sea. He always listens with rapture as you spin your stories. Sometimes having parents who traveled so much had its good points; you grew up seeing new places, learning new cultures, and experiencing more than a child your age would.

Near closing time, you do one last walk around to make sure everything is in order. Mal is waiting for you at the front. Turning off all the lights, you grab your keys and bag. “Let’s lock up!”

Exiting, the night is quiet as most people are busy having dinner. You lock the door before casting an extra lock spell. Though you don’t think anyone would ever break into your library, you decide to be on the cautious side.

The two of you walk side by side down the street and pass the closing shops. “So what are your plans for tonight?” you ask.

He looks a bit annoyed as he tells you. “Paperwork. Lots of paperwork.”

You give him a nudge with your elbow. “Shirking your duties, Mal? It can’t be that bad.”

The way his mouth turns down and his cheeks puff out makes you laugh. “I’ve been neglecting my duties according to Lilia. He’s been hounding me to sit down and work.”

“Lilia?” It’s a new person he’s never mentioned. There’s something familiar about the name but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

He brushes it off. “Never mind him. What are your plans for tonight?”

Though you want to ask who Lilia is, you decide to let it be. “Well I’m going to make something for dinner, then maybe do some work for the library and finish up a book if I have time. All very boring.”

“I guess we’re both very boring people,” he says with a mock shake of his head.

“Just two bookworms with no life,” you sigh forlornly. As you come to a crossroads, you give him a salute. “Well good sir, I will see you tomorrow?” you ask, hopeful.

“I have some business I need to attend to for the next couple of days.” He shakes his head while touching a hand to his temple. “Nothing I’m looking forward to, but it can’t be put off. My grandmother won’t allow it.”

You nod knowingly. “Then I’ll see you when I see you.” You give him a wave before heading to the road that leads home.

Stopping, you gather all your courage and turn back. “Mal!”

He looks a bit surprised to see you rushing back to him. “Is something wrong, (y/n)?”

You decide you will take your friends’ advice. “Lean down for a second.”

Mal bends down enough that you’re eye level with him. Quick as lightning, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. Feeling yourself warm up, you pull away. 

“B-bye!” Without waiting for his response you run off, nearly tripping in your hurry.

You leave Mal standing there still bent down, his cheeks turning pink as he processes what just happened.

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“Malleus, what is it you’re reading?” his grandmother asks. Breakfast is a quiet affair where his grandmother usually works and eats. Oftentimes he’s left to poke at his food, so he brought a new book you had recommended with him.

Looking up, he vaguely answers, “A book I was recommended by a friend.”

She smiles brightly. “A friend? Have I met them before?”

“No…” He closes the book before setting it aside. “More tea, grandmother?”

“Thank you but I’m fine, child. Will I be able to meet this friend of yours?” she inquires, not letting him off the hook quite yet.

How should he answer this? Malleus isn’t even sure if friend is the proper term for you. After your sudden cheek kiss, he went home in a daze. He spent a good part of the week trying to figure out how he felt about you. 

At first he thought he saw you as a friend. You are someone he enjoys spending time with talking about books and mundane life. To him, the visits to your store are the highlights of his days. Even his weeks. Being with you is easy. He doesn’t have to worry about what you think of him because your body language says it all. You’re comfortable with him, and he is with you. 

However the more he thought about it, perhaps he did see you as more than a friend. You made his heart beat a little faster when you gave him a smile or touched his arm. Sometimes he would stare at your hands wanting to hold it in his. And when you kissed him, a part of his brain wanted to call you back so you could kiss him again.

“Malleus?” His grandmother's voice breaks him away from the memory. 

Shaking his head out of the daze, he met her curious gaze. “Yes?”

She regards him for a moment before holding out a stack of papers. “Please look at these after breakfast and let me know what you think. We have a few more things we need to go over before meeting with the council.”

Taking the large stack, he nods. “Of course.” Back to work as usual.

It’s only a few days later that Malleus realizes he doesn’t remember where he had put the book. He looks all over his room but has no luck. He retraces his footsteps but can’t find anything. He even searches the royal library hoping that it was accidentally put there by a staff member. 

Malleus is beside himself when Sebek happens to walk in. “Young master, is something wrong? You look stressed!” The alarming rise in his tone does nothing to soothe the headache that’s coming on.

“Have you seen a small, brown leather book? It contains a series of short stories.” He’s pulling apart the couch in the sitting area once more.

“I have not seen your book, but I will look!” Sebek searches the room along with Malleus with vigor.

“When was the last time you had it?” Silver asks, having heard the green haired half-fae’s voice in the hallway. Lilia follows in behind him.

He’s silent as he runs through his day. “Breakfast time a few days ago with my grandmother. I had set it aside and she had given me paperwork to go over…”

“Hmm. Perhaps one of the cooks found it. I will inquire.” Silver leaves while Lilia ushers Malleus out of the room.

“The queen would like to see you to go over the dinner arrangements for the party,” he explains. However Malleus is too focused on other things to hear him. “That book must mean a lot to you, Malleus,” he comments.

He only nods in agreement.

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“So you’re planning to leave in a few months?” Mr. Wyrm asks..

“Yes, I think it’s time to close shop and go traveling again,” you inform him. “I’ll pay the last month's rent in full.”

He waves you off. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). Tell your parents I said hello if you see them.” He eyes the shelves of books. “Where do you plan to store the books?”

“I have a friend who knows a shrinking spell. I can store them at home until I decide to come back.” The bell rings announcing the arrival of a guest. You both look over and your mouth nearly drops.

The queen of Briar Valley stands in your small library flanked by two royal guards. “Y-your h-highness!” Mr. Wyrm’s voice raises a few octaves.

You can’t help but stare at the woman. She’s not tall but she carries herself like she’s a giant. Her posture is straight and her shoulders are pulled back. Her very existence demands respect and recognition. Her gaze is sharp and intelligent, though there is a hint of softness. She keeps her face schooled in a polite smile as she looks around.

Turning to you and Mr. Wyrm, she asks, “Which one is the owner of the store?”

Clearing your throat, you hesitantly raise your hand. “M-me?” You wince at your meek tone.

“Hm. I wish to return a book that was left behind.” One of the guards comes forward with the book.

You take it with shaky hands. However, you recognize the book immediately. It’s the small collection of short stories you had recommended to Mal the last time you saw him. There’s even the handmade flower pressed bookmark you gave him inside. How on earth did the queen of Briar Valley get a hold of it?

“So you are the one my grandson has taken an interest in? I can see why.” She chuckles. “Are all these,” she gestures around the store “your books?”

“Y-yes!” Clearing your throat once more, you speak up at a more normal tone. “My parents collected a lot of these on their travels, and I also started doing the same.”

“I see. I’m sure he loves to hear about your stories,” she says more to herself.

You share a look with Mr. Wyrm before he ducks out, leaving you alone with the queen and her guards. “Um, pardon my question, but your grandson?” As far as you know, you had never met the future ruler of Briar Valley before.

“Prince Malleus. He’s been reading a lot lately, and I was curious to see where he got the books from. None I recognized from the royal library,” she explains.

You blink rapidly as your thoughts race. “But I’ve never met Mal-” You trail off as everything clicks into place. Your Mal is Malleus Draconia, prince of Briar Valley and future ruler.

The queen notices the way you seem to fall silent. “So he was using the transformation potion… I do apologize if what I’ve said has caused you any distress. I’m sure my grandson had a good reason to present himself as someone else.”

“I-I…I don-”

The door suddenly opens, the bell jangling loudly. Lime green eyes immediately meet your own.

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When Malleus had heard that his grandmother was going into town, he hadn’t thought much of it. He was still busy trying to find your book. However when Lilia made an offhand remark about a bookstore, he realized who had his book.

Without thinking he had teleported to town. He ignored the gasps at his sudden appearance. Your shop was close by and he headed right over. However when he neared the door, he knew he was too late. His grandmother was inside.

Opening the door, he sought you out instantly. You stare at him in disbelief. His grandmother turns to him with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. “Malleus, lovely for you to join us. I was just returning the book to your lovely friend.”

“Grandmother…” he growls lowly at her. She isn’t fazed.

“Since I’ve returned the book, I need to return to the castle. I’ll see you later, dear.” She bids you both a farewell, and leaves with her guards.

Malleus is left standing there. You awkwardly hold out the book the queen had returned. “I assume you’re not done with this?”

The way you  hesitantly look at him makes his heart ache. You usually smile brightly and casually speak to him. Now it’s like you don’t know how to address him. Which, he understands since you just found out who he really is.

He doesn’t take the offered book. Instead he walks around the front desk, so he can stand in front of you without something blocking him. “(Y/N)... I’m sorry for not telling you the truth. I just wanted people to not treat me differently because of who I am. For once, no one was afraid of me because I was just another person. Even with my magical presence, most people were able to ignore it when they saw I wasn’t anyone important.”

He wants to reach out to you like you sometimes do. Brushing your hand against his arm or squeezing his shoulder casually as you used to talk. “I just didn’t want to lose you, so I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. I hope we can still be friends.” 

He didn’t hope for more. How could he ask for more from you when he had lied. You, who was always so honest and open with him. You, who shared stories with him and listened to his not so interesting ones. You who’s eyes sparkled like stars and who’s laughter made him smile.

“I can kind of understand why you did it. I mean, I’ll be honest, if I knew who you really were, I probably would’ve been intimidated,” you confess. “I can only hope that you’d eventually tell me the truth, Mal.”

“Of course. I was trying to figure out how to tell you once I could get away. After what happened last time…” The memory of the quick kiss has remained in the forefront of his mind for a while now. “You deserved to know the truth.”

“Thank you.” Looking around the empty store, you gesture at the books. “I’ll be closing in a few months. I’m planning to do some more traveling, and maybe visit my parents wherever they are.”

He slumps a bit. “You’re leaving Briar Valley? For how long?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe a few months or so. It depends on what I find.” Fiddling with the book in your hands, you finally set it down. “The invitation still stands, you know.”

He’s confused, trying to remember what invitation you gave him “What?”

You smile at him just as brightly as before. It takes his breath away. “Come travel with me. I did invite Mal, which is you. That is if you can get away.”

“You really wish for me to go with you? Knowing who I am?” he asks, hesitant but hopeful.

“Of course! You’re still Mal to me. You might look different, but you’re still the same person I’ve come to know and care about.” You take his hand boldly. “Maybe you can add some new books to the collection.”

He cups the side of your face with his free hand. His green eyes glow brightly as he tenderly looks at you. “I want to, but I have duties here. Though my grandmother may let me, I can’t just leave. I’m sorry…”

You place a hand over his as you lean into his touch. “I understand. I’ll write to you then. And maybe someday you can join me when everything has settled.”

“I look forward to that day.” He places a kiss on your forehead before wrapping you in his embrace.

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Hello Mal!

I’m writing from a small village called Harveston. Did you know a place like this existed? I didn’t but I’m glad I got to stumble upon it.

There’s a lovely apple farm that I visited. Their apple cider is amazing! Maybe we can go together someday and share a drink?

I’m only here for a few days before I’m off again. I’ve collected a few new books along the way. I hope you’ll like them as much as I do!

How are things in Briar Valley? From your last letter it seems you’re very busy. I hope you get to rest a bit in between your work.

By the time you get this letter I’ll probably be sending another. I’ll let you know when I decide to stay a little longer.

Your bookworm, (y/n)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I.R.L.📷1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site. 

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter. 

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him. 

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that. 

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window. 

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: Do you want me to just reading random- Do you want me to just- I'm gonna just start texting you

Tubbo: Yeah, just start texting me random input on the space

Ranboo: *texts Tubbo*

Tubbo: "Microwave explode"? Yo, thank you. "This is awesome"? Ok, stop texting me now. You didn't even respond to my message I sent you this morning

Ranboo: That's 'cause I was asleep!

Tubbo: Yeah, but like.. *sigh* Maybe I should just go live on instagram

Ranboo: Eughhh!

Tubbo: What? Is that cringe?

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Maybe I should just go live on TikTok

Ranboo: Ahhh! Ahhh!

Tubbo: Is that cringier? Is that- *laughs*

Ranboo: *laughs* You go "Is that cringe" to Instagram and your next one is TikTok

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: I can make fun of it 'cause that's where I was born

Tubbo: Pffft!

Ranboo: I was born there/on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going inside their head?

Ranboo: I was- I was born on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: *starts playing the piano* You gotta remember your roots

Tubbo: I want my grand piano back, electric piano is cringe

Ranboo: *coughs* [unintelligible]

Tubbo: He just- He just decides "Oh I'm going to spit my germs around the room"

Ranboo: Yep!

Tubbo: *giggles* Wow, wow. You're a bad- I suppose you're anti-vax as well while we're at it

Ranboo: I am literally- I am literally vaccinated

Tubbo: I'm not allowed to be vaccinated, leave me alone!

Ranboo: That's just a major L for you then

Tubbo: Ahhhh

Ranboo: You're/Keep on getting coughed on!

Tubbo: *starts to play the piano intensely*

Ranboo: That's what happens when you're not vaccinated, people will come up to you and cough

Tubbo: That is a terrible sentence. I despise everything about that sentence

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *plays The Owl House theme song, then switches to City of Stars*

Ranboo: Ughhh

Tubbo: So..

Ranboo: Oh my gosh!

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: I just found more food to order

Tubbo: Nooo! Oh my god, if I get one more Amazon box arrive at my door and it's like a 25 large sized bars of Rice Krispies treats or fucking those shitty cheese squares that you haven't even eaten I'm gonna lose it

Ranboo: It's ding dongs

Tubbo: What the fuck is a ding dong?! That sounds like slang for a dick! You're literally eating dick!

Ranboo: *laughs* I am not! Jesus Christ

Tubbo: Why!

Ranboo: That is so far from what it is

Tubbo: What is it with all this fucking BS American food! Twinkies? Oh yeah, let me just-

Ranboo: I didn't get those actually. I don't know where those came from

Tubbo: Where did the Twinkies come from!?

Ranboo: I'm gonna be entirely honest..

Tubbo: Where the fuck did they come from!?

Ranboo: ..I have no idea where those came from. I did not order- That is not what I ordered

Tubbo: Look, you've got your-you've got your Cheez-It's and your Twinkies and your fucking ding dongs. I'm gonna f- I'm gonna blow some shit up

Ranboo: Sorry, I'll make sure to order a plain cheese pizza the next time

Tubbo: Honestly, that would be so much- I'm actually- I've been really healthy. So far I've had a fruit pop for breakfast

Ranboo: That's good. I had.. *silence*

Tubbo: You haven't had breakfast yet

Ranboo: I haven't- I haven't eaten yet

Tubbo: You haven't eaten yet today, and your first meal of the day will be Taco Bell

Ranboo: No, it won't!

Tubbo: Will it not? Oh

Ranboo: Why do you think- Taco Bell doesn't even deliver here!

Tubbo: *sighs* Fair enough

Ranboo: Why would it- Why- Mkay..

Tubbo: American

Ranboo: I know that the algorithm on Amazon works too well because it was [unintelligible]

Tubbo: *starts playing City of Stars again* Oh no

Tubbo: City of staaars.. *laughs* That song- It kind of annoys me, I'll be honest

Ranboo: I'm looking at- I'm looking at the, um.. I'm looking at your- the Tubbo space hashtag and someone just sent this, like, chart of, like, eye colour but it is, like, the most low res thing that I have ever seen

Tubbo: But I don't know- I think my eyes change colour depending on what I'm wearing, I'll be honest. Is that weird? Because everyone on twitter asks me "Ah yes what is your eye colour" and I'm like "Uhh how the fuck am I supposed to know" and then

Ranboo: My eye colour is [?]

Tubbo: Then I went through a bunch of like- I went through a bunch of, uh.. like, old photos of me and they just change colour depending on how sunny it is, what I'm wearing.. like.. Yeah, so, I don't know

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: Nothing

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: *loudly typing* It's time to listen

Tubbo: Time to listen to what?

Ranboo: To my music, I'm just gonna listen to my music

Tubbo: You're not gonna listen to me? Listen to me. Stop dancing. Knock that off. Yo, keep your clothes on! Woah, why are you so- *laughs* sorry

Ranboo: Why do you do this!

Tubbo: 'Cause it's funny, 'cause there's no video

Ranboo: Why do you- why do you do this

Tubbo: and.. and there's no video

Ranboo: What did I- What did I ever do? Nothing

Tubbo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *reads something about chip shops?*

Tubbo: Why do people keep sending me, like, soviet bunnies as well? I don't wanna see bunnies from soviet Russia. What's with the soviet Russia bunnies?

Tubbo: Thoughts on him? Bill Cypher? Pretty fun loving lad- Why did you just mention me and write "awesome"?

Ranboo: I didn't- No, it's a response to a tweet

Tubbo: Oh

Tubbo: *sees Michael fan art* "Oink! Hello father" Oh, I see

Ranboo: Just buff Michael

Tubbo: Buff- *laughs* He went to prison from lack of parent supervision and he came out buff, oh no! Oh no! *laughs*

Ranboo: What do you mean lack of parent supervision? I'm gonna go brush my teeth

Tubbo: Oh ok.. Bye

[Video cuts directly to when Ranboo comes back]

Tubbo: Hello. You seem hollow. Your mother is here? Wait, I shouldn't have read that out. You just texted me that so I didn't read it- Ok, well.. She's here guys!

Ranboo: Ahhh! Why!

Tubbo: She's here!

Ranboo: There's a reason-

Tubbo: She's here! *laughs* Just thought I'd let you know! *laughs* She's raring to go! That's awfully exciting..

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Tubbo: Guys, I want to- How does one get the- What is the max people that have been in a single space, like, ever?

Ranboo: I own the number two spot for that!

Tubbo: Do you? How many was it?

Ranboo: Yeah. It was during MCC, it was 36k I think

Tubbo: 36- guys, can we get 38k please?

Ranboo: *fakes being angry* Can't you let me have anything!? *laughs*

Tubbo: Wh- Ok, Mr. 100k subs, Jesus

Ranboo: I don't- I got that once

Tubbo: Twice

Ranboo: It was six times actually..

Tubbo: SIX TIMES!? Oh my god, ok..

Ranboo: Alright... Goodbye space people!

Tubbo: Bye!

Ranboo: Goodbye!

Tubbo: Bye! Leave

Ranboo: I'm leaving the U.K. actually

Tubbo: He's not

Ranboo: *laughs* I'm not.. Wouldn't that be just terrible?

Tubbo: You just said bye and left..

Ranboo: The whole time everyone thought that I was going in, like, October but then I actually just straight up just leave..

Tubbo: You wanna go home?

Ranboo: ..in the middle of August

Tubbo: You can just leave.. get out!

Ranboo: Ok..

Tubbo: Pffft

Ranboo: Bye!

Tubbo: Bye!

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Ranboo: I'm back from the U.S.!

Tubbo: Oh, what did you forget?

Ranboo: My- my beloved locket

Tubbo: *mocks American Accent* and the AirPods *laughs*

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Have you told them what you've called your AirPods? The name of them?

Ranboo: Oh yeah, no, it's because basically, right, if you put a slash and then an asterisk at the end of a word it will bleep it out, so, right, me of course being young I thought that was the funniest thing to have that. So whenever Siri said my name she would just go like "You [beep]" so I thought that was funny. So it's like beeping noise, yeah

Tubbo: Oh, I see. So is that why mine do that as well?

Ranboo: I guess so, yeah

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Yeah.. yeah..

Tubbo: I see.. So..

Ranboo: I'm gonna go now

Tubbo: Bye, again!

Ranboo: Bye! Back to the U.S. I go!

Tubbo: There's no "E" in Tubbo.. Just throwing it out there..

[justaphangirl07]

could you write a smut imagine with tobi where you just tease the shit out of him until he’s begging 🦕

Begging On Your Knees (Tobi Brown/Tobjizzle/TBJZL Light Smut)

Tobi’s POV

I sigh as I pull up at the new Sidemen filming location with Ethan in the passenger seat

Today we are filming a hide and seek at the beta squad house

Usually, I am quite upbeat about recording with the boys

And I would be as well today if it wasn’t for the fact that I left my beautiful girlfriend in bed this morning

We had gone out last night and it lead to some passionate sex

Now I know that I give off a no sex before marriage vibe

But I know I want to spent the rest of my life with this girl

I can confidently say the sex over the last 4 years has been incredible

Y/n got me trying things that I never thought of before

She is one confident lady

“Don’t worry mate, it won’t be long till we are done recording and then you can go back to y/n” Ethan says as he pats my shoulder before he gets out the car

I sigh as I get out and join the rest of the boys as we start filming

Whilst everyone runs away into the massive house to find a hiding place, I decide to hide in plain sight

The process of my thinking for just laying on some chairs at the starting place was that the quicker I’m caught the quicker I can get back to y/n

Once I’m in position, I get my phone out and turn the brightness right down

I see a notification pop up on my lock screen saying I have a text from y/n

It reads: do you miss me already? ;)

I smile to myself as I reply

I always miss you, I miss you and your body ;)

I get a reply back straight away

You thinking about last night? ;)

I smirk to myself as I text back

When am I not thinking about our nights together? ;)

Three dots appear in a speech bubble before a text comes though

Trust me, I’ll have you begging on your knees for me when you come home ;)

Another text comes before I can reply

As soon as you get home, I’m in control ;)

Me and y/n have a role reversal kind of relationship

Sometimes, I’m dominant and sometimes she is

I guess it is her turn today

Not that I mind at all

Y/n sends another text

Might have to give you a blowjob to get you nice and hard and then ride you so slowly you’ll be begging for me to speed up ;)

My breath gets caught in my throat as I read it

As I’m laying on my front, I can feel my dick straining against my jogging bottoms against the chair and getting harder with every text she sends

I gulp as I reply

Fuck baby, sending me naughty texts whilst I’m filming with the lads. Making me all hard ;)

She is quick to respond

That was the plan, now hurry back ;)

I sigh as I put my phone away willing for my hard on to just leave

If the boys see this, I’ll never heard the end of it

I engage with the camera a few times and before I know it, I am the only one left to find and Simon’s face appears under the table which means they have found me

I happily get up from my hiding place and we say goodbye to the camera

Once we have stopped filming, everyone is chatting amongst ourselves

I walk over to where Ethan and Harry are chatting

“Do you have anything you want to record with the beta squad? Or do you mind if we get going?” I ask trying to leave as soon as possibly

Ethan smiles

“Actually I’m going to get the train with Harry because we are going to play football. You hurry back to y/n” he tells me

“Thank you for telling me, y/n here I come” I say before I say goodbye to all the boys and leave the house

I get in my car and start to make my way home

My dick is still a little but hard but it is subtle

I sigh as I drive down the roads getting closer and closer to home

And when I say home

I mean y/n

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